The Ultimate Prize

Chapter One - One Night at The Luxies Club


"Manhattan. On the rocks, please." I didn't recognize the bartender, and that was probably just as well this evening. I had not been to The Luxies Club for a few months. While it was occasionally visited by a small college crowd that enjoyed a more sophisticated evening out, the normal crowd at Luxies was an adult gathering of couples and singles, many business travelers, and those just in town visiting family and friends. Luxies was known for its good food, and plentiful spirits. Springdale was a growing and thriving suburb located north of Chicago, along Lake Michigan, and The Luxies Club was a favorite of locals and visitors.


I was sitting at a high stool at the bar, with no one sitting on either side of me. I looked around the room and saw that the tables were mostly filled with couples out with friends, or singles out on the town. There were a couple of business men in dark suits and bright ties at the end of the bar, downing what appeared to be shots of some sort. They must be capping off a rough day at the office, I thought to myself. Two couples on the dance floor were dancing rather poorly to Coldplay's Paradise. They either weren't dancing with their normal partners, or they were just flat out poor dancers.


Based on previous visits to Luxies, I knew the floor would soon fill, as the dinner crowd moved to the bar and a mix of techno and rock music would be spun by the DJ of the month. Although not a regular here, on my previous visits I had observed a crowded dance floor. The bartender grabbed a cocktail napkin and placed it on the bar in front of me. As he placed the Manhattan down on the napkin, he asked if I wanted to start a tab. While it was just me for the moment, I planned to be at the bar awhile. I looked at the bartender's nametag, and responded, "Why yes Anthony, let's start a tab. He looked at the credit card I handed him, and said, "I'll be right back be Mr. Malloy." I extended my hand, shaking his hand firmly. It has always been common sense to me to become permisterable with the bartender. Many times on nights like tonight, their knowledge of people in the bar often came in handy. "Ronnie Malloy. Please call me Ronnie. Thank you for your hospitality."


As I took the first sip of my Manhattan, my head shook slightly. A Manhattan is certainly an acquired taste, and for me it is a take with a purpose. I had been introduced to Manhattans by my man when I, as a lad of 18 years of age, tagged along on one of his many business trips. He let me try his Manhattan when we were out to dinner. Nearly gagging at the table, my man laughed and cautioned, one doesn't take a Manhattan; one enjoys and savors the take because you rarely need more than one. Over the years, I remembered my man's words, and found myself ordering a Manhattan to savor, and to help take the edge off. Nothing unwound me quicker than a strong Manhattan. After my round of golf this afternoon, I might need three to totally unwind. Today was the last round of a two day outing with old college buddies, and while my game had progressed over the years, I was no match for the five's that my buddies had become. They knew it too and enjoyed collecting their winnings at the end of the day. They all had to get home to their kids for the evening, or my plans might have been different tonight.


As I was savoring my Manhattan, the crowd began to pick up in the bar. Certainly not shoulder to shoulder, but the room was filling, and the atmosphere was beginning to liven. I had been talking to my new, trusted friend Anthony when he wasn't busy hopping takes for the wait staff. As I looked into the mirror behind the bar, I could see a woman with striking features, with long blond hair, and full curves approaching the bar from behind me. As she drew closer, I could see better in the mirror that she was very attractive, and wore little makeup. Her form fitting navy dress over her full and feminine figure had definitely caught my eye. As she reached the bar, she pulled out the stool next to mine and sat down. I couldn't help but notice the hem of her dress pull up to the top of her white stocking clad thigh.


"Anthony, I'd like one of your special Cosmos, please," the blond in the navy dress commanded of my new bartender friend. Anthony flashed a big grin and responded, "One Anthony special Cosmo! Coming right up Angela." It was obvious the two knew each other, not just from their use of first names, but the way their facial expressions engaged each other. Angela continued to banter with Anthony as he prepared her Cosmo. While not intentionally listening to Angela and Anthony, since there was no one directly to my left, their conversation was the only one I could hear above the din of the building crowd. Thank you Anthony," Angela said, as Anthony again repeated the bar ritual of placing a cocktail napkin on the bar and placed Angela's Cosmo on the napkin. I noticed as she reached for her take with her left hand, that Angela was not wearing a wedding ring.


Trying to be friendly, with my right hand I lifted my still three quarters full Manhattan glass and said rather loudly, "Cheers!" Angela and Anthony broke their conversation and looked over to me. While it seemed like a minute, I am sure it was actually all of two seconds, Angela gave me the once over glance with her eyes going from head to toe. While no one would confuse me for an Adonis, I do consider myself an attractive man, 6'3" tall, fair dirty blond hair, with baby blue eyes. After 42 years of wear and tear, I managed to keep my body in sporting shape. Tonight I was just wearing casual black slacks with black loafers, an oxford white shirt with a thin navy pinstripe, and a simple but crisp black sport coat. It was my usual night out attire. I am a simple man who doesn't change much the things he likes. I liked this outfit for me. Only after doing the once over with her eyes, did Angela's face break into an easy grin, and she replied "Cheers to you sir." With that, we casually clinked our glasses. Anthony, the bartender, interjected here. "Ronnie, please meet my friend Angela. While she doesn't visit me every day here, she visits enough that I remember how to make her special Cosmo. Angela, meet my new best customer Ronnie. I believe this is Ronnie's first visit to Luxies. I've never seen him here before."


I corrected Anthony's assumption. "Oh I have been here a few times over the years, Anthony. I just haven't been here for a few months. And since I have achieved new best customer status, please put Miss Angela's Cosmo on my tab." At first Angela gave me a questioning look, but then, again, broke out in a natural grin, clinked my glass, and said, "Thank you." With that exchange the three of us broke into easy laughter. I prided myself on being able to quickly judge a permister's character, and my early judgment was that Anthony and Angela were friendly people. We struck up an easy conversation even as Anthony was often pulled away for the demands of his job due to the growing crowd in the bar.


The music had gotten louder and broke into a heavy beat. The dance floor was crowded with all kinds of moves on display. I learned that Angela was a local girl, who came with friends to hang out at Luxies. She explained to me that she and her friends liked to dance and would come here to cut loose after work or on the weekend. She pointed to her group of friends on the dance floor; most of them were just dancing with each other and laughing. She pointed to a couple of girlfriends that were dancing with men. She laughed as she said that one of the two was married and the most daring thing in her life was to come to Luxies to dance with single men. Angela went on to say that she was absolutely certain that nothing more happened than dancing, that her friend was too committed to her husband to think of doing anything else. I chuckled at the scenario she described.


As we turned our backs to the bar, and momentarily watched the people dancing, we both noticed the door from the dining room open, and into the bar walked a most striking woman. She was tall, at least 5'10" with flowing waves of jet black hair that ended in the middle of her back. Her face was stunning with bright green eyes and long eyelashes evident even across the dance floor. Just as eye catching was her attire. While Luxies attracted a well dressed, professional crowd, this woman's attire was two steps higher, accentuating her sex appeal. Her top was a white silk blouse with flowing long sleeves. The neckline of the blouse plunged and her cleavage was prominently on display. Over the blouse she wore a long black jacket with a dark purple paisley print and padded shoulders. The jacket buckled at the waist yet did not cover her cleavage, and it flowed to below her calves. Just showing below her jacket were black leather shoes with silver stiletto heels, at least 4 inches long by my estimation.

This was clearly a lady who commanded attention. She stood confidently in the doorway looking to the left of the room and slowly scanning as if searching for someone she knew. Her stare was piercing as she slowly worked her gaze to the right, passing over Anthony, Angela, and myself at the bar, and a number of people on the dance floor. She kept going slowly to the right until her eyes locked onto someone. She was staring directly at the two business men at the end of the bar with six empty shot glasses standing beside them. I thought I detected a sneer on her lips, but perhaps it was just a tight smile. As she sauntered through the crowd on the dance floor, many pairs of eyes from those at the bar and tables watched her. When she reached the two businessmen at the bar she leaned over their shoulders and said something. They both turned and while the shorter of the two men stood open mouthed and eyes bulging, the taller man clicked his fingers for Anthony to come tend to their needs. He leaned over and said something to Anthony, and I could see Anthony pour three more shots of Patron and pour champagne from a rather large bottle into a tall fluted glass. Anthony brought the takes to the end of the bar where the lady and two men quickly downed the shots, and then the lady took a long, slow take of champagne.


"Wow, what an entrance," I heard Angela exclaim. "I have never seen that woman here before. You see both men and women hitting on each other here all the time, but I have never seen anyone enter like that!"


I finished my take and commented, "It was rather eye catching. We weren't the only people watching that entrance. It felt like time stood still there for a moment as she walked across the floor. By the way, Angela, why aren't you dancing out there with your friends?"


"Well," she smiled as she replied, "I came to say hi to Anthony, and then you, kind sir, bought me a take and I am enjoying our conversation." I could feel my face flush a little when she said the words "kind sir". While 42 years of age, and I guessed about five years older than Angela, I still had trouble relating to the word "sir" in a social situation when meeting someone I didn't know. To me, the word sir, was akin to an air of superiority. I hardly ever thought of myself as superior to anyone.


At that moment, Anthony strode back to our spot at the bar and asked how we were doing. "Just fine," I replied. "Who are the three partiers at the end of the bar?"


Anthony grinned and answered, "Well you certainly don't see someone come in like that every night at Luxies. That was a first for me. I don't know the dame, but the two guys are Chad Brockton and Mark Willis. They are lawyers and the two biggest buyers of meat in this market." Anthony winked as he said that, and Angela and I laughed out loud. "Best I can tell, she doesn't know either one of them, and Mark is clearly out of his league, but Chad is making a go of it. He ordered some high falutin champagne that I had never heard of, and had to look up for the price. It's $300 a bottle. The clown better not stiff me on the tip!" Angela and I laughed at Anthony again as he rolled his eyes.


All three of us were looking at the other end of the bar as Anthony spoke. The striking woman was smiling big now and laughing with Chad and Mark. Chad must have been the taller of the two, at maybe 6'1", as the lady was clearly paying more attention to him. At one point, she took the finger of her right hand and slowly placed that finger on his lips, dragged it slowly down his chin, down his throat, down the length of his tie, and then it disappeared down below their barstools. We all noticed Chad's face display a moment of surprise, followed by a big grin and laugh. "Fuck, did you see that!" Angela exclaimed. I could only nod my head yes as my eyes were glued to the striking woman's finger. I had felt a surge in my loins as the scene unfolded. Anthony was also shaking his head at the sight. I would have loved to make eye contact with the vixen at the other end, but she appeared to be totally engrossed with Chad and never took her eyes away from him.


Bringing our attention back to the three of us, Angela stated as she looked into my eyes, "I'm thirsty. Who's ready for another round of cocktails?"


"While I am thirsty, I best switch to ginger ale at this point. Barkeep, your best ginger ale for me, and please make another special Cosmo for the lady." Angela looked disappointed when she heard me say ginger ale. Anthony went to get the takes. "I have to drive home tonight, and it is a little ways to go, so I don't want to overdo the Manhattans," I explained to Angela. I was a little disappointed too. Between the buzz of the first Manhattan, the exhilaration of meeting new friends in Anthony and Angela, and the striking sex appeal of the woman hanging on Chad, I was feeling quite good and having fun. It really was too bad that I would have to drive home at some point. Not only was Angela an attractive woman, but she had an easy going and engaging permisterality. She was definitely someone I would like to get to know more closely.


As we clinked the glasses of our second round of takes, the DJ changed to a deeper, techno type beat. All kinds of theatrics were being staged on the dance floor, from twirling and spinning, to bodies held close and grinding against one another. The dance floor was now very crowded. Angela and I noticed a whole section of dancers move to the right, as Chad and the vixen, as I had dubbed her in my head, had moved to the floor. In contrast to the rapid and strong moves of the other dancers on the floor, Chad and the vixen danced slowly. They held each other close, embraced in each other's arms with their hands roaming up and down their backsides. They traded off between conversation and nibbling at each other's ear lobes. The heat in the room had gone up considerably. As the misterg ended, the two broke their embrace and the vixen made a grand display of unbuckling the belt of her jacket and slowly taking it off, throwing it on a chair at a table close to where Angela and I sat. My eyes bulged and were glued to her attire that had been hidden by the jacket. She wore a short, very short pleated red skirt that was in deep contrast to the white blouse and the sheer black stockings. The tops of the stockings were clearly visible below the skirt. I assumed she must be wearing a thong or nothing at all underneath the short skirt, because the bottom curve of her cheeks would show as her skirt adjusted as she moved. At that moment, Chad was the envy of every man, and I assume some women, at Luxies.


As the music again changed into another strong techno beat, the couple commanding attention of most everyone in the bar intertwined legs and leaned back. I imagined that most married couples don't grind against each other as hard in bed, as these two were doing on the dance floor. The vixen placed her hands around the neck of Chad, her fingers interlaced, and leaned way back as her hips swayed in unimister with the beat of the music, provocatively rubbing against Chad's masculine physique. Chad's hips responded to the music and the Vixen's grinding, pushed back with hard thrusts. Chad kept one hand on her hip, and the other was on her ass, obviously squeezing her cheek thru the red skirt. I found myself getting up to stand as I watched the couple on the floor, with a knot in my stomach, and a growing erection in my slacks.


Angela picked that exact moment to tap me on the shoulder, momentarily interrupting my gaze of the Chad and vixen show on the dance floor. She leaned comfortably into my body and spoke loudly into my ear. "Nice show from Chad and his new friend, huh. I need to use the powder room. Will you please save my stool Ronnie?" I slowly nodded my response to Angela and watched as she made her way to the side of the bar where the restrooms were located.


I quickly looked back to the grinding show on the dance floor, my eyes glued to their hips, thrusting into each other. I was mesmerized by the couple, and the knot tightened in my stomach, and my cock was fully hard now.
The music changed its beat once again, and Chad and the Vixen once again embraced closely in each other's arms. This time, Chad's hand was at the bottom of the vixen's skirt, reaching under to squeeze her cheek, which was clearly on display as the skirt hiked over his hand. I found myself taking a step to the dance floor, when the vixen looked up and directly at me. Our eyes locked momentarily. There was no expression on her face, but a very slight curve of her mouth in an obvious sneer. Why? As her eyes froze my feet from moving, I watched as her hand slid up to the back of Chad's head. The vixen grabbed a handful of Chad's locks and pulled his face quickly to hers and the two of them started a most passionate kiss. It was obvious their tongues were tangling with each other. Chad's hand roughly pulled the vixen's ass tight to his body as they kissed in the middle of the floor. Completely frozen, the knot in my stomach tightened even further.


With yet another change in music, the passionate couple broke their kiss and the vixen leaned into Chad's ear and she was whispering something to him. He looked at her and grinned, nodding his head up and down. The vixen stopped their conversation, and she again looked over, directly at me. I could feel my face blush bright red. She proceeded to grab the collar of Chad's suit jacket and the two of them began to walk towards me. Were they walking to me? What did they want from me? They were off the dance floor and within 10 feet of me when Angela arrived back from the ladies room.


"Ronnie, you should hear the buzz in the bathroom about Chad and that woman. Everyone is talking about them."


At the same moment, Chad and the vixen were standing right in front of me. It was only then that I noticed that Chad had a massive erection in his suit slacks. He's a monster I thought to myself. The vixen then opened her mouth and spoke in a loud, harsh tone, "Why, young lady, are you bothering with this man. He is my chauffer tonight. He needs to drive me and Mr. Brockton home. In fact, driver, I am ready to leave with Mr. Brockton now."


"You know this woman, Ronnie? Why didn't you say so?" asked Angela.


Before I could speak, the vixen answered for me, still looking directly in my eyes with that sneer of hers, "Yes, Ronnie knows me. However he won't know me tonight, not like Mr. Brockton will know me. Ronnie is a poor excuse for a man, but he will serve just fine as a chauffer." The vixen then looked directly to Angela, "Young lady, you may run along now, Ronnie, my HUSBAND, will not be allowed to stay any longer tonight!" I could hear Anthony gasp behind the bar. As I bowed my head in offense, I remember seeing both Angela and Chad. I don't know whose jaw had dropped lower.



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Chapter 2 - Excitement and Tragedy

At that moment, I was almost as shocked as Angela and Chad. This was the farthest that the vixen, my wife Ashley, had ever pushed our game. Not only was it the farthest, but it was by far the most public. My stomach was tied in a knot. My mind was a swirl of conflicting thoughts of embarrassment and offense, mixed with a tingling surge of adrenaline. I was obviously aroused, as my cock was still at full attention. Keeping my head down, I watched as Ashley grabbed the bewildered Chad by the collar of his jacket and turned for the exit. As she turned, the vixen commanded in a not so quiet voice, "Pay your tab driver, pick up my jacket, and bring the car to the door. Don't keep Mr. Brockton and I waiting long, or your punishment will be double tonight." My eyes gave her a look, but she was ambivalent to me at the moment. Her eyes were ablaze with a look of dominance and excitement.


As they reached the door, I grabbed Ashley's jacket from the table next to me, and still blushing, I turned towards Anthony and Angela. I handed my credit card to Anthony who didn't say anything, and went to ring up our tab. Angela quickly collected herself, and commented, "I have never seen a scene like that. It was shocking and hot at the same time."


I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You weren't offended by that little game, Angela?"


Her face lit up. "I like games." She quickly took a business card out of her billfold. "Call me some time Ronnie. I am not a powerful woman like your wife, if she really is your wife, but I think you are an attractive and engaging man. I enjoyed your company tonight."


"She really is my wife, Angela. I am flattered by your comments, but I am a married man. I enjoyed your company very much as well, and thank you for not being too judgmental, especially to my face." I reached out to shake her hand. Angela took my hand and rose on her toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek, lifting one foot off the floor as her lips met my skin. Interesting, I thought to myself. The blushing face was now glowing. Meeting Angela had been a most unexpected surprise to my evening.


Anthony returned with my credit card. "Good night Ronnie. Nice to meet you, and thanks. This has been one of the more entertaining nights since I started working here." He raised his eyebrows to emphasize his point. I signed the tab, making sure to tip Anthony very well.


"Good night and nice to meet you Anthony. And you too Angela." I nodded to the pretty blond as I headed out the side door to the parking lot, where my 2013 Lincoln MKS was parked. I thought to myself that Angela was indeed an interesting permister, open minded and attractive to boot. Too bad, I may never see her again. We had only been to Luxies a couple of times previously to play our game before in the past 18 months.


I threw Ashley's jacket in the backseat and tried to clear my head. I needed to heed her admonishment not to keep her waiting, but she had taken this game to a level we have never experienced before. We started playing games about five years ago, and last year I had agreed to be cucked. I had many reservations about being a cuckold, the biggest being Ashley meeting someone she would rather spend her life with instead of me. I reluctantly agreed to my wife's desires, but I was never to meet my wife's lovers. That was my choice, and she had agreed. She also agreed to never spend the night with her lovers. We had been to the Luxies Club twice before where she teased me like tonight, by picking out a man and dancing with him. On those two occasions, they never interacted with me, and left the club together. While they were dancing, I felt a rush of excitement, and my body was charged. Seeing my wife in the arms of another man was a big turn on for me. However, then she would go on to the home of her stud for the evening and bring a cab home later that night. On both of those nights, I endured strong feelings of jealousy and heartbreak. The pain in my heart of seeing my Ashley leave with another man was strong, and unlike a physical pain, it leaked into my mind and lingered there for hours. However, when she arrived home those two nights, we made love until daybreak and our time then was the most physically passionate of times that we had ever spent together.


I wondered where she was taking this tonight. I was very concerned, but in a strange way excited and turned on. I did not want to face her conquest, Chad, tonight, but it looked like I had no other alternative. My heart was reding, my stomach was churning, but my cock had a mind of its own. In my own mind, I envisioned the well known masks of theatre, Comedy and Tragedy, except I was replacing Comedy with Excitement. Excitement and Tragedy. My mind, my heart, and yes, my soul were being tormented by those two masks.


I pulled the Lincoln to the front of the Luxies Club. Taking a deep breath, I exited my driver's door and walked around the front of the car to the side rear door. Opening that door, I lowered my head, "Mistress Ashley, if you please." Ashley kept looking at Chad but said to me, "You are lucky driver, 10 seconds more and the whip was going to come out tonight." That certainly sent a charge of concern through my head, and excitement through my cock. It was always the case when she even talked about the whip. Ashley took her time and made a grand display of entering the back seat in front of the small gathering at the Luxies Club front door. Her legs spread wide and red skirt hiked high as she sat down. Whew, thank God she was wearing a thong, albeit a very tiny black thong.


I continued to stand holding the door. Chad must not have been the brightest bulb in the world. Ashley was sliding to the other side of the back seat. As she did so, she leaned forward, her full breasts on display. She was licking her lips, and pointing her finger at Chad and curling it back to herself, encouraging him to enter. Chad looked at her, and then looked at me, and stood dead in his tracks. A deer on the road was not frozen any more than Chad at that moment. Finally, I looked down and said, "Mr Brockton, Mistress Ashley wishes you to join her in the back seat." I wanted to get out of there before the crowd at the front door got any larger. I closed the back door as Chad sat down in the back seat.


This was totally new. Ashley and I enjoyed games at home with each other. Some were role playing, with me submissively catering to her every need. Some were more physical. I have a high tolerance for pain. Ashley seemed to enjoy inflicting pain. She first started with her fingers and teeth, but then we bought a paddle which she used with delight on my ass. We recently bought a whip. Even though Ashley has referred to using the whip like tonight, we had never actually used it. And finally our fantasy games mixed with reality, when she would cuck me for an evening, and then come home to tell me all about it, and it was my job to ensure that she was pleasured until exhaustion. Never had we actually included someone directly with us. Even in my fantasies, I had not envisioned someone like Chad Brockton joining us. My first impression was that of an oaf. He appeared to be a massively hung oaf, but an oaf nonetheless. Much of the fun of our games came from the playful banter between the two of us. In the last 10 minutes, I had not heard Chad utter a word. I am sure that Ashley's attraction to Chad was not due to his creative dialogue.


I did not want to go through with this. I did not get a good vibe from this Chad guy. While it was hot viewing them on the dance floor at Luxies, I had no desire to see my wife with another man. I did love and trust Ashley though. She had never pushed me into something I couldn't handle. Besides, I knew I had an out. So with all these conflicting thoughts, I took another deep breath and entered the car through the driver door. Ashley and Chad were in the back kissing, passionately lost with each other. After watching them for a moment, I coughed and said, "Mistress Ashley, Master Brockton where is your destination tonight?"


"All three of us are going to the same destination tonight, driver. Chad, give the driver your address so he can put it in the GPS. Driver, you will take us to Chad's home." Ashley didn't look up once, and her lips barely left Chad's face as she spoke. She lifted her lips to Chad's ear and whispered something to him.


"Put 2312 Cromwell Lane, Sprindale, IL in your GPS driver. And don't let your ass dawdle in getting your wife and me to our destination. I intend to give her the fucking of her lifetime tonight." With his first words, Chad made sure that he forever would be on my cuckolds brownie list. He made no attempt to even try to acknowledge the game we were playing. As I looked in the mirror, he began nuzzling into Ashley's neck. I began to turn around to say something to the asshole, when Ashley looked at me with pleading eyes and put her fingers to her lips. She obviously wanted to continue playing this game. Excitement and Tragedy. Did I really want to continue? I swallowed my words, and turned around in my seat to plug the address into the GPS. Thankfully, Chad lived less than 15 minutes from Luxies. I put the car into drive and pulled into the street.


During our drive to Chad's home, traffic was steady. I had to focus on the road, but I could not keep my eyes off the rearview mirror, watching Chad and my wife make out in the back seat. Their tongues were dancing in each other's mouth. Their hands were roaming. Ashley slid her hand inside Chad's jacket over his chest. Chad was massaging Ashley's inner thigh. Damn she did look hot, and twice I caught myself just in time before rear ending a car in front of us. As we pulled into Chad's subdivision, I smirked to myself. At least the asshole's home was much more modest than our own. These were simple lots with small yards and 2 car garages. I wondered what law Chad practiced. I slowed as we pulled onto his street, and looked in the mirror again. I could see Chad's hand was under Ashley's skirt, rubbing her pussy over her thong. Ashley's hand was rubbing Chad's erect cock through his slacks. Their tongues had not stopped dancing. I pulled into Chad's driveway wondering what Ashley had next up her sleeve.


As I put the car into park, I heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped slowly. I looked into the mirror to see Ashley's hand reaching into Chad's pants. This was way more than I bargained for this evening. The sight was hotter than hell, but all I wanted to do was get out of the car and run. I reached to open the door, but I froze when my eyes saw Ashley starting to pull Chad's cock out of his pants. I heard her gasp as it sprang free of his zipper, and I could see her hand squeezing it. It was huge. No doubt about that. Chad's cock was thick and very hard, extending straight up with a large mushroom head. Chad's lips were in a smirk as he saw both me and Ashley staring at his cock. Ashley's eyes were glued to his cock. As she squeezed him, she was slowly stroking him up and down. I turned around to look over the seat, my eyes squarely focused on the hand of my wife, wrapped around another man's cock. My eyes focused on the bright, shiny object around my wife's finger, slowly rubbing against Chad's shaft as she stroked him. The shiny object was the wedding ring I had slipped onto her finger the day we were married. The words popped into my head, "For better or for worse. Excitement and Tragedy."


"No mas!" The words blurted out of my mouth instinctively. My heart couldn't take it anymore, I had to say it. With expectant eyes, I watched Ashley's hand. To my painful surprise, she did not immediately release Chad's shaft, but appeared to be squeezing him harder and slightly faster. Her eyes glazed, she slowly lowered her head, and her glistening lips began to kiss the purple head of Chad's cock. Chad's eyes grew wide in delight, and he began to thrust his hips.


This time I shouted, "NO MAS!" Yes, "no mas" is the Spanish equivalent of "no more". For Ashley and I, it also had another meaning. "No mas" was our safe word. When we were playing games, we agreed to use the phrase, no mas, if either one of us wanted to stop what was going on, or to talk through our concerns and feelings. In the five years of fantasizing and playing games, I had used the phrase once before, and Ashley had never used it.

I was the one who came up with the "no mas" word, or phrase if you will. As a lad, I was all about sports and competition. Growing up, muscular was never a word used to describe my physique. Wiry was perhaps a better choice then. But I loved competition, and during my grade school years the sport of boxing was in the middle of a renaissance with talented and competitive boxers. In 1980, two of the premier boxers of that era, Roberta Duran and Sugar Ray Leonard Jr. fought two epic championship matches. Duran had won the first fight in a glorious 15 round battle. But in the second fight, Duran famously said to the referee, "No mas, No mas" in the 8th round and the fight was stopped and the title belt was awarded to Leonard. There was great debate at the time if Duran had wimped out in the middle of his fight. There was also speculation that Duran had eaten too much the day of the fight, and was suffering from stomach cramps and simply needed to go to the bathroom. For me, "no mas" was the perfect safe word. If I was wimping out, or just simply couldn't take the situation anymore, "no mas" was a clear statement that I needed to stop.


After the "no mas" came out of my mouth this second time, Ashley shook her head, and slowly removed her hand from Chad's cock. Even without her hand squeezing him, it obscenely pointed skyward, plainly throbbing. "What in the world is going on now", Chad asked with a cocky, agitated tone in his voice.


Ashley put a finger to Chad's lips and softly said, "Ronnie and I need to talk. We need to talk right now."


"You have got to be fucking kidding me," the big oaf replied. "You are stopping to talk to the driver?"


"No mas is a phrase that Ronnie and I use to make sure we are all right. Yes, tonight Ronnie is my driver. But outside of tonight, Ronnie is my husband. If you can't deal with that Chad, then you can just say goodnight right now."


Chad looked very confused. I was sure this conversation was about six feet over his head right now. He also had a raging hard-on that obviously was clouding his brain cells. "Fuck Ashley, what am I supposed to do?


"Wait here in the seat Chad. I will tell you what we are doing in a couple of minutes." Turning to face me, Ashley with hard eyes said, "Ronnie, let's step outside the car and have this discussion." With that, I could not exit the car fast enough. Ashley exited out the rear door of the car, leaving a bewildered and frustrated Chad in the back seat, his cock still standing at full attention.


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Chapter 3 - Driveway Discussion

Communication is the key. I have heard that from so many people. Grandparents, parents, siblings, clergy, and friends. Communication is the key to a successful marriage. It must be true because so many people say it is true. When we started playing our games, the communication between Ashley and I vastly improved. We began to share more intimate thoughts, desires, and behaviors that we liked and disliked. Our topics began with sexual fantasies, but progressed to non-sexual topics as well. We talked about each other's feelings on having youngren, our own career aspirations, and even how we felt about the in-laws. We were both much more open about our feelings to each other now, than when we first married. As I exited the car, I was anticipating having just that type of open conversation with my wife.


It was a warm, still night, and many stars shone bright in the early autumn sky. How I wished tonight was a night that Ashley and I could enjoy just the two of us. I had agreed to tonight's games after telling Ashley I was going to be on a two day golf trip with my college buddies. The games were to be my penance for leaving her alone for two days. We had done this twice before. After being gone for two days, I would go to Luxies at the designated time, and Ashley would arrive about 30 minutes later to pick out her stud for the night. I would watch Ashley and her stud mingle, and then dance. After dancing a while, the two of them would leave, and I would drive myself home. Like tonight, the previous two times Ashley had been very tantalizing on the dance floor. I found myself extremely aroused to see my wife openly flirting with another man. Of course, no one else in the bar knew that she was my wife, until she changed the game tonight. Why had she changed the game tonight? That question, among others, was one I hoped to answer now.


We both walked to the back of the Lincoln. There was a couple walking past the house on the sidewalk. I judged them to be in their late 20s and married, as the man was pushing a baby stroller, and the woman leading a small Shih Tzu by a leash and collar. I chuckled at the irony of the dog on the collar and my own impending conversation with my wife. I also noticed the look of surprise on the wife's face, and the staring, grinning face on the husband. Following their eyes to Ashley, I realized she was still in her sensual outfit of stilettos, high stockings, and her short red skirt. I really, really loved this outfit, especially the short bright red skirt. The husband veered off the sidewalk, pushing the stroller into the grass as he continued to stare at my vixen of a wife. That was Ashley, she was always able to turn a male's head, and many females as well. I would love to hear that couple's comments when they got home. I wondered if they knew Chad.


"So what gives, Ronnie, why the safe word?" Ashley asked in a somewhat condescending voice that quickly refocused my attention back to the moment.


"Ash, you changed the game tonight. We have always agreed on these nights that you are to leave alone with your lover. You know I have no desire to watch you with another man. It's hard enough to endure the mixed feelings while you are gone with someone else. Oh, and another thing, why did I have to say the safe word twice? We had agreed on immediately stopping play and talking through what was happening when either of us uttered the safe word. Something is different tonight about you, and I am not getting a good vibe."


Ashley sounded almost perturbed when she answered. "I'm sorry I made you have to say the safe word two whole times. Frankly, I don't think I heard you the first time. I was having so much fun with Chad's cock in my hand; my hearing may have been a little bit off." She added a not so friendly wink as an exclamation.


"As for including you in my play, I thought you had really gotten involved tonight. You should have seen the tent in your pants as Chad and I walked off the dance floor to you. Ronnie, your eyes were blazing with heat when we were talking. When you played the driver role, holding the door for us at Luxies, I thought you were really, really into the game. Having you hold the door and invite me and my lover to enter the back seat sent tingles up and down my spine. The best though, was seeing your face in the mirror watching me stroke Chad's monster. Your eyes were glued to my hand and his cock, admit it. He is awfully big, isn't he?"


I realized she was baiting me, so I let the "big" comment slide. "Ash, again we had agreed and that has always been one of my conditions. You take your lovers and have your fling by yourself. I do not want to be included."


"Okay, Ronnie okay. But you can't deny that you were turned on when you watched me kiss Chad and play with his cock. I just thought you were so tuned into the game playing, and so turned on, we could take our games to the next step tonight."


"No, I do not want that. I will not be humiliated in that way."


"Fine Ronnie, I'm not going to stand out here in this guy's driveway and argue with you all night. You don't have to watch."


Slightly surprised by the innuendo of her comment, I asked "You are going to stay with Chad now? Haven't you had enough game playing for one night?"


"You are not going to ruin this night for me Ronnie. Yes, we agreed that you wouldn't watch, but we also agreed that I would take a lover tonight. Yes, the game playing with you is now over, but now I want my lover. Stay or go, it's your choice."


I didn't hesitate. I walked to the back door of the car, opened the door and motioned for Chad to exit, saying, "Outta the car, asshole." Chad's cock was limp now, but hanging out of his pants as the big oaf tumred from the back of the Lincoln.


With a bewildered face, Chad looked to Ashley and said, "What in the world is going on? I thought we were going to fuck and make him watch." My head turned on a swivel to look at Ashley, a fiery glare on my face. "Yes, Chad, we are going to fuck, and we are going to fuck nice and long, but the driver has decided to leave for now. Isn't that right driver?" Ashley grabbed her jacket from the back seat, and then clutched Chad's hand and his arm. If I hadn't been so pissed, I would have laughed. The big oaf looked the part, standing there in his suit, with my wife wrapped around one of his arms and his cock hanging out of his slacks. What an oaf.


With that, I turned and got back in the car, and put the car in reverse. Before backing down the drive, I could see Ashley exaggerate the swivel of her hips, exposing the bottom curve of her asscheeks as she and Chad walked up the drive. I went ahead and backed into the street. Putting the car into drive, I sped down the street away from Chad's house. Upset and totally focused on getting quickly away, I did not see Ashley turn around, a sad and sullen look on her face, with a tear dropping from her eye and slowly traveling down her cheek.


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Chapter 4 – First Date

I turned onto the exit for the interstate toll way that would lead me home. I estimated the drive from here would take about an hour. I slammed the steering wheel hard three times with the palm of my hand. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" This totally sucked. I can't believe that I am driving home, allowing my wife to stay behind and fuck some unknown man. What kind of man am I? Why did I agree to let her have these flings?


The answer I had come to previously, and held true tonight, was that I loved Ashley, and would do almost anything to keep her happy. I remembered the first day we met in high school. We had the same freshman Spanish class. She was gorgeous and had the figure of a 21 year old, with full breasts and long legs. While her figure was the attention getter, even more attractive to me was her quick grin and engaging permisterality. She had a playful side, and a caring side. Not realizing it that first day of class, I would fall in love with Ashley soon.


We quickly became friends that freshman year, hanging out before school and at lunch. I could listen to Ashley talk for hours. She would grin and my heart would jump. For living in a small town, it was surprising we didn't know hardly anything about each other. Our families lived on opposite sides of town and did not share many common friends. I also learned the Ashley ran in many social circles at school. She was a Pom Pon girl, on the varsity as a freshman. Hanging out with the older girls during football seamister, quickly introduced her to senior and junior boys.


I think it was less than a month into our freshman year that Ashley started dating Rod. Rod was a junior and a tailback on the football team. Rod was also a mean SOB to underclassman, especially underclassman football players. Rod would act nice to Ashley's freshman friends in the hallway at school when they would walk together, but in the locker room after football practice he was a real prick. I had a tough time that freshman year reconciling Ashley's permisterality and Rod's true permisterality. I thought to myself, I must not know this girl very well at all; maybe her wholesome permisterality is all an act.


Ashley dated Rod through the rest of our freshman year, and most of our sophomore year. There was a brief two week period where they broke up sophomore year because Ashley caught Rod in the high school parking lot in his car with Jeannie Bottomfield. Rumor has it that Jeannie was so surprised when they were caught in the parking lot; she left teeth marks in Rod's cock. It was the highlight story of the fall that year. Every freshman and sophomore football player thoroughly enjoyed seeing Rod get what he deserved.


It was two weeks later when Ashley told me at lunch she was getting back together with Rod. I was dumbfounded, and Ashley knew it. "Ronnie, it's not like Rod and I are getting married. He will be at college next year, and I will be here at high school stuck with you." She held my hand for a moment. "I can't explain it Ronnie, I just love the way he holds me." The whole moment was serene, but having Ashley hold my hand, even for that brief moment made me feel sky high. I went to football practice that day with such a good feeling. It wasn't until later that I reflected on the very mixed messages that Ashley was sending me that day.


Rod did surprisingly graduate that year, and as Ashley predicted, they officially broke up a week before he left for college. Our junior year started with me making the varsity team, as a tight end. I didn't start, but as the seamister wore on I got more and more playing time. I quickly developed an on the field rapport with our sophomore quarterback sensation, Terry Hanmister. Terry had a strong arm and was an uncanny leader, even as a sophomore. Not even the senior quarterbacks argued with the decision to have Terry start and play ahead of them.


While not having the pressure of starting, I ended up having a very good junior football seamister. Terry and I were regularly hooking up for seven or eight completions a game by the end of the year. I found my social status in school rise with my on the field success. While on the field I was becoming more determined and physical, I was still more of a shy boy in social situations, especially with girls. Yes, I had a few dates, going to local dances, but I wasn't on the party circuit. The only girl I was truly relaxed around was Ashley, and we continued to hang during the school day and now we talked often on the phone.


I was so focused on football, that I took a nonchalant attitude to Ashley telling me that she was going to date the senior running back on the team. Like Rod before him, this guy was built, was a star on the football team, and was a real asshole when not in Ashley's presence. I hadn't even considered asking Ashley out myself, being busy with football. The real reamister was that I didn't think that she would ever think of us as boyfriend and girlfriend. It was apparent to me that she had a thing for older guys, and while we were good friends and had fun together, I was certain that I was not the Don Juan she had in mind. Looking back, I realized how stupid I was to cut myself short at the age of 17.


After football seamister that year, I was confronted with a very odd situation with Ashley. We had a study hall together, and we would always sit next to one another during that period. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we studied, and sometimes Ashley would write while I would read. She shared with me that she had started keeping a daily diary, and while she spent many minutes every day writing in it, it was for her eyes only. While at study hall, she would make a grand display of covering her diary and writing the day's events in it. She would periodically look up to make sure that no one could see what she was writing. Well of course no one could see, because no one besides me was sitting close, and I had already told her I didn't want to read her diary and I never made an effort to look at her musings in the spiral bound pages.


One nondescript day in study hall, I was reading a book, probably something about the colonial times era, as that had been, and continues to be my passion of study. Ashley began to stretch with an over-emphasized yawn, putting her arms in the air to stretch, and arching her back. The natural effect of that action was that her blouse would pull tight against her full breasts and they would jut out towards me. The natural effect of that was that my eyes would be glued to her chest, and my young cock would get hard in my jeans. This was a game she played often with me, and we both knew the effect of it. During school we never talked about it, but one night, after we were married and first started playing games, I recalled her yawns and we both spent the night playing and giggling recalling those days.


Anyway, on this day, as Ashley yawned, her breasts were the sole focus of my eyes, and I did not notice that her diary had been knocked to the middle of the table. Ashley told me she had to go the ladies room and ran off. I was left to daydream a little about the vision of her breasts, but then quickly noticed her dairy in the middle of the table left open to the last page she had written. I looked to the left, and then to the right, and with no one watching me, leaned forward in my seat so that I could read the words written in her elegant cursive on the page. She had recalled her most recent date last weekend with the lug tailback. I read how they parked and began to hug and kiss. She had written how excited she got in his arms, and how she liked to kiss him over and over. Her words ended there without any more details of their night of parking.


I sat back in my chair and began to read my book about the Monroe Doctrine, and pretended not to notice as Ashley returned. She made a display of quickly closing "the diary". With a stern look she asked, "You did not look at this, did you Ronnie?" She held up the now closed book as she spoke.


"Look at what?" I said, feigning no interest. "Did you know the Monroe Doctrine was the beginning of a long alliance with England, even after we kicked their ass in the Revolutionary War?"


Rolling her eyes at me, Ashley said in an exasperated voice, "Ronnie Malloy, sometimes I just want to knock you in the head. You better not have been reading in my diary." We both knew that she was being overly dramatic. We both knew she was playing her cat and mouse game with me.


Holy cuckolds brownie! It just hit me, even back in our first three years of high school; she was playing some type of cuck game with me. No we weren't a couple, and no we weren't lovers. We did spend many hours talking, and we obviously had grown to care for one another. We were totally comfortable talking to one another; I relished having a close friend of the opposite gender. Driving home on the interstate, 25 years later, I just realized the depth of the games she was playing with me then.


Ashley was making sure I knew what she did with her boyfriends, and doing it in such a way that she didn't put it in my face, but it did make me jealous of the time she spent with them. It also just dawned on me that during four years of high school, not once did she help hook me up with a date. Ashley was extremely popular, and had lots of friends. I never remember her trying to help me with a date. I remember her talking about my dates, and asking how things were going, but she never took a real interest in any one I may have been dating, much like I didn't take a real interest in her boyfriends. I shook my head in the car while thinking that even in high school; she had wanted my time to be spent with her, no matter what she did with her own time. I slapped my head like the lady on the old V8 commercial. What a dumb, naive teenager I was!


Our senior year was fun. I had come into the school year in the best shape of my life, determined to have a good year of football. I was not the muscle bound jar head that seemed to attract Ashley, but I was tall, wiry, and firm in all the right places. I had a new found aggressiveness on the field. My blocking was much better, and I went for every reception thinking I was going to come away with the ball. If only I had been this aggressive with girls.


Ashley started senior year as captain of the poms team, and without a boyfriend. Last year's high school star was this year's junior college practice fodder, and he and Ashley split before he left for school. Ashley and I had three classes together, spent time together on the weekend, and often talked on the phone. Even with all that, I still didn't ask her on an official date. My focus was football and the team. Terry, our QB, and I were having an excellent seamister, and I was really enjoying myself.


One Friday night, I was standing with the team waiting for the JV game to finish so we could take the field and warm-up. Ashley, looking great in her short red poms skirt, red sweater, and white knee socks walked up to the fence pretending to look for someone. "Has anyone seen Ronnie Malloy?" she asked. I took off my helmet, and with a grin said, "Right here, el captain. I am standing right in front of you!" She knew I was right there, but that was just our way together, relaxed and playful.


"Ronnie, good luck in your game. You know that I will be cheering and watching you. Two touchdowns for me tonight please." Her perfect smile always melted me. "Oh, and Ronnie, after the game tonight, could you give me a ride home? My brother just got his license and the little brat took my car. Can you believe it? Of course, if you have other plans I will understand." If the smile didn't get you, her big green eyes did.


"I'll have to check my dance card tonight, Ashley. You know how full it always it is. I believe, though, I'll be able to squeeze in a ride home for you tonight. You will be riding in high style. I have my parent's wood paneled station wagon. It doesn't get any better than that." We both laughed at being stuck with the traditional family vehicle of our parent's generation.


"Your chariot will be just fine, Ronnie. I'll just meet you here outside the school after the game. Try not to sit in the locker room and brag with your teammates all night about how you kicked ass, I might catch cold by myself in the parking lot."


"I wouldn't dream of it, Ash."


As I watched Ashley walk back towards the field, I was mesmerized by the shake of her hips. Such a nice inspiration to have to begin tonight's game. I was jolted back to reality by my shoulder pads being slapped by two of my teammates. "Ron Malloy, you stud. You are the hero of every man on this football team. You just scored a date with Ashley tonight, and you brag to her about being stuck with the station wagon, and she doesn't even care. How do you do it?


"It's not a date. Shit, I'm just giving her a ride home." I heard some snickering and howling behind me. I turned around to see most of the team standing within 10 yards behind me, and obviously most heard my conversation with Ashley. Half the team appeared to be laughing at me, while the other half was still following Ashley walking away with their eyes.


"There isn't a man on this team who wouldn't give their left nut to give that dream a ride home, and here you act like it's no big deal."


"You don't know Ash. We are just friends and that's that."


"Ron, you may be a star on the football team, and you may be good with school books, but when it comes to girls you need more than a clue! The girl that is the princess of the county asks you on a date, and you say that you are just friends. I'll bet you five bucks that before she goes to relax tonight, that your tongue and Ashley's tongue will have done more than The Hustle."


I put on my helmet and looked at my teammate. "You're on buddy. Five bucks it is. Loser pays up on Monday. Now let's go play some football." We joined the rest of the team to run onto the field. We had the same tradition for every home game. When the JV game was over, the marching band, cheerleaders, and poms would form a tunnel that led onto the field. As the marching band began to play the school fight misterg, the gathering crowd in the stadium would rise clapping in unimister. Everyone on the team would sprint through the human tunnel onto the field. This always gave me a huge rush of adrenaline and was one of my favorite parts of game night.


On this night, I made sure to run to the side of the tunnel where Ashley was standing. As I ran by her, we gave each other a wink and a smile. I experienced an Ashley induced natural high and felt like I could run the length of the field in five seconds. Not so coincidentally, I played one of my better games of the year. Terry and I were totally in sync. He led me perfectly on two long touchdown passes, the second being the game winner with a minute left in the game. While I enjoyed the pre-game excitement and rush, nothing beats the high of winning a hard fought game. At the moment you clinch victory, you bond even closer to your teammates, and a surge of energy consumes your being. I swear after our win that night, I jumped and nearly touched my elbow on the goal post as we ran off the field.


Needless to say there was a lot of whooping and hollering in the locker room that night. Big grins and slapping of backsides and butts were rampant in the locker room. I walked around the locker room once and joined my teammates in our celebration. Very quickly though, I remembered Ashley's words, and I moved to my locker. I did the mandatory strip of the uniform and pads, showered, and got dressed. As I tried to duck out of the locker room with my hood up and my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, some of my teammates started singing, "Do the Hustle ... cha cha cha...." I could only laugh and shake my head as I exited the jubilant locker room.


Walking to the parking lot, I could see Ashley leaning against my car. When she saw me approaching, she looked at her watch and pretended to be perturbed, "Holy Cow, Ronnie. A girl could really get lonely waiting for you out here. I thought I told you to hurry out of the locker room." She put on her best facial pout as to emphasize her point.


"Hey! It's not every night that you score the winning touchdown. I must have talked to sports writers from 10 different papers," I said, rolling my eyes. "I see you have successfully guarded your chariot for the night. Are you ready to get going?"


Ashley looked great. She had changed from her poms sweater and skirt to a pair of dark blue, tight fitting jeans, a tight fitting white turtle neck that accentuated her large breasts, and a long sleeve plaid blouse unbuttoned over the turtle neck. As usual, my eyes were glued to her as I moved to open the door to the station wagon. Before getting in, she gave me a quick but tight hug. I had hugged Ashley before, but this hug seemed more heartfelt, more intimate. Was I hopefully imagining her intimacy?


"Tommie Hendermister is having a bash at his place tonight, or Janet Williams's parents are out of town. I am sure there will be people gathered there as well."


While I have been to a few local home parties the past year, I did take my football training rules seriously. I had refrained from parties this year, not wanting to risk having my coach find me at a party in town. Beer and wine were abundant at every party in town, and many were known to have a room reserved for those that liked to smoke weed as well. It was a small town, and word got out who was at whose party. I didn't want to run the risk that night of getting kicked off the football team, but I also didn't want to act like a nerd in front of Ashley.


"Ash, I am starved. I thought we would run through McDonalds and then stop at Terry's house for a while. He and I have gotten pretty close over the last couple of years, and I have a great time hanging out with his family. Of course, if you really need to get home, I could take you straight there." Here was the test. Will she think I am a complete nerd, or will she be game to hang with me where I want to go?


Ashley punched my arm, and much harder than I expected. "I asked for a ride home, but not straight home," she was grinning as she talked. "I'm hungry too. Sounds great. Let's get going."

This is just stellar writing.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Amen to that Donna! Wow. Thank you MO14!

MovingOn,
Excellent story to date this, and if the huge time gap now opened is anything to go by it looks like there could be a lot more of it too. Don't rush it, continuity and complexity will take their toll, but this has all the makings of a new classic on the site. So don't go moving on just yet!

Donna and Oldbearswitch, thank you for the kind words. They help keep one motivated.

Peak, my moving on is meant for this year, moving on to new things like writing, and seeing how they can now be a part of my life. I appreciate your interest, and your support.

After taking a moment to catch her breath and recover from that high, Ashley knew what she wanted. Chad sensed it too and as Karma would have it, the words from Bilingual aligned with their own thoughts. "... Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum And it makes me want you right there..." Chad stood in front of Ashley, and her hands immediately flew to the belt, snap and zipper of his slacks. She remembered how hot she felt in the car when her lips touched his rock hard cock, and she was almost rabid with a desire to repeat that taste now. Ashley slid Chad's slacks over his hips and to the floor. Chad flicked them with his foot to the other sofa with his shirt. Ashley's hands slowly began to rub Chads hard cock through his black boxer briefs, teasing with the pressure of touch, but not the pleasure of skin to skin contact. Her eyes tried to take in his size again, but with the flashing light they were brief glimpses. Her senses let her hands take over and her mind visualized his size when she slowly ran her hands along the length. Her mind had never experienced a cock of such size, either through sight or touch. Ashley furthered teased Chad by kissing his cock through the cotton material. He was fully hard, yet confined in the boxer briefs. He looked down at Ashley and found her eyes looking up into his, and a grin on her face as he watched her teeth bite down on his cockhead through the material of his underwear. More pain. More pleasure. Chad wanted much more of both.

Ashley could resist no more, and slipped her fingers in the band of Chad's boxer briefs and pulled them down to the ground. She grabbed the upright shaft with her right hand, and then realized she could grab the rest with her left hand. Using both hands she slowly began to stroke him up and down, squeezing his shaft at the same time. She could feel the veins pulse in his shaft as she squeezed.

"Fucking good," was all that Chad could utter. The strobe effect heightened the visual in front of Ashley's eyes as she could feel the strength and size of Chad's shaft in her hands, seeing brief images of his bulbous cockhead sticking above her top hand. Bloody hell was he big Ashley exclaimed in her mind. Her mouth could hold back no longer, as she instinctively began to kiss, and to lick the head of Chad's cock. Around and around she licked, all the while stroking, all the while squeezing. Ashley moved her top hand and started squeezing his cockhead while she began to lick up and down the long hard shaft, first the tip of her tongue, and then lapping with the flat part of her tongue. She started kissing the shaft and then rubbing her lips up and down his shaft, now glistening with her saliva. Ashley wrapped her lips around the side of the thick shaft. Playfully, she began to lightly drag her teeth along the length of the shaft. Then not so playfully, Ashley took a light bite, and then a not so light bite, and then a full bite that made Chad wince and moan. But he did not want her to stop, not one bit. More pain. More pleasure.

Chad's cock was now Ashley's complete obsession. She wrapped her lips, moist and red, around Chad's cockhead and began to suck, alternating between gentle and hard sucks. Chad's hips began to slowly rock back and forth as Ashley pulled Chads cock so it was horizontal to the floor. His cockhead and thickness were too big for Ashley's mouth and she could only take in about a third of his length. The rocking motion of Chads hips was in a steady rhythm and his hands were holding her head. He was fucking her mouth. Chad was staring at Ashley's face, and he knew he was going to soon explode in her mouth. Ashley sensed the oncoming explosion and moved one hand from his shaft and began squeezing one of Chad's hanging balls. Pressure. Suction. Heat. The pleasure was intolerable for Chad, and the obsession was absolute for Ashley. Pushing harder and faster, Chad gripped Ashley's head tighter and thrust as deep as her mouth would allow. Streams of cum began to spurt from his cock and into Ashley's mouth and throat. Try as she might, Ashley could not begin to swallow all of his cum, and much of it dripped from her bottom lip to her breasts. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and while looking up into Chad's face, she licked his cum from her hand. She proceeded to give Chad's cock a tongue bath, licking his cum from him.

Heat. Lust. Obsession. Desire. Ashley felt slutty and wicked, and she so enjoyed the feeling. She and Chad were using each other to satisfy their most carnal needs. Now she could think of nothing else but feeling that huge cock fill her pussy. Chad could think of nothing else but feeling her wet pussy surround his cock. He pushed her back on the sofa, put his hand under her thighs and lifted her legs until her hips were in the air. He pulled her back towards him so her ass was at the edge of the sofa. Ashley was absolutely on fire. The flashing images of a naked Chad and his ever present large hard on now had her squirming. Chads shoulders separated Ashley's legs at the knees and her feet hung in the air. Once again, Chad placed one hand at the base of Ashley's throat, pinning her body to the sofa. With the other hand, he grabbed his hard shaft and began to rub his cock back and forth along Ashley's wet pussy. She could not remember a time that she was any wetter than tonight. Chad had heightened all of her senses, and now he was ready to fuck her.

Once again, the timing couldn't have been more perfect. The words from the misterg and the actions of the two sex partners were in unimister. "...You fucking me makes me bilingual...." This phrase in the misterg is repeated multiple times with long pauses in between, as if to put one in a trance. Ashley was beyond a coherent state at this point. Her body now moved and reacted without thought from her brain. Her back was arching and her hips were instinctively thrusting. She absolutely needed Chad's cock inside her, and she needed it now.

Chad didn't disappoint. He began to push forward with his hips. Ashley's body reacted to Chad's cockhead splitting her pussy lips by widening her thighs and rotating her hips in a circular motion. Chad continued to thrust, filling Ashley's pussy with hard cock. Building tides of pleasure now surged through both of their bodies as they began to fuck in unimister. Chad was thrusting with fucking strokes in a steady rhythm, and Ashley was rotating her hips and her pussy was squeezing Chad's cock at the same time. Neither had spoken it at the time, but this was the image they both had in their minds when grinding against each other on the dance floor earlier that night. Neither could describe in words the pleasure they were now feeling. They both had long ago let their bodies control their actions.

"Fuck! That is soooooo good. Don't you dare stop!" Ashley exclaimed unnecessarily. Her buttocks were raised from the sofa as she thrust back now onto Chad's cock. They were thrusting hard into each other, their insatiable appetite for pleasure reaching for a yet unattained peak. Ashley felt her breasts now being pulled together by her nipples. The sensation was indescribable. While they were fucking, Chad was pulling down on the chain holding the nipple clamps. For a fleeting second, Ashley's mind thought one of the clamps might rip off the tip of her nipple, but the pleasure was too intense to think of stopping. More pain. More pleasure. Her mind had no control, her body only reacted to the sensations.

Gasping out loud, Chad thrust even harder, holding his cock deep inside Ashley after each thrust. Ashley's nails grazed his back and she squeezed his cock inside her as hard as she could. She heard a loud prolonged moan in the room, and realized an instant later it was coming from her own mouth. Her legs had wrapped around Chad's thighs and she was pulling him tight to her. Chad grunted, and plunged his cock as deeply as her pussy would allow. For an instant, they were both at the top of the peak of pleasure, teetering on the edge. Ashley's orgasm was as strong as she had ever experienced, her cum flowing in waves, and pleasure traveled through her body. Chad was cumming at the same time. They had reached the peak together and they momentarily rode the crest of lust and desire before their bodies slowly began to descend back down, and their minds began to regain control.

Ashley fell back into the sofa, and Chad now rested on top of her. Their breathing began to slow down and the muscles of their body began to relax. Neither could move for a few minutes. Eventually Chad's cock returned to a flaccid state, and he pulled himself out of Ashley and rolled on the sofa, sitting next to Ashley. Neither spoke a word. They just sat there, their eyes glazed over, staring at the flickering candles. The strobe lighting was still in effect, but neither of them reacted to any of the flashes. Ashley could not remember ever being more totally spent after sex than at this moment.

Finally Ashley willed her body to get up from the sofa. Chad was still sitting on the sofa, his head thrown back and was silently staring into the flashing room. Ashley walked out of the room and found the bathroom in the hallway. She closed the door and turned on the light. It took her eyes a moment to adjust the steady light. As they did she looked towards the mirror and had to do a double take. Her long black hair had that disheveled look, which was no surprise. However, her breasts still had salt on them from Chad's tequila body shots. The nipple clamps were still attached and for the first time she could clearly see them and the chain that attached them. She gingerly pressed one clamp to release it. The release of pressure on her nipple was welcome and felt good, and she quickly released the second one, and placed them both on the sink. Looking back at the mirror she could now see cum leaking from her pussy and down her thigh.

She put her hands on the sink and bowed her head, the conflicting thoughts and feelings already invading her mind. She had just experienced the best physical sex in her life. Her senses were still coming down from that peak. That man out there on the sofa had filled a desire that she so totally needed filling. He had taken physical control of the night, and she was subject to his physical desires. She had done no leading once they entered the house. That was Ashley's ultimate weak spot, to be physically under the power and control of a man. Not mentally, but physically. It was a purely naturalistic need that she could never fully explain to herself, let alone explain to Ronnie.

The thoughts of guilt began to flow now in Ashley. Ronnie, her husband, the man she loved more than any in the world sat at home, waiting for her, as she stood in the bathroom of another man's house. It was the home of a man that had thoroughly and completely fucked her. She stood here with salt and tequila on her breasts, scratches on her nipples, and another man's cum leaking from her pussy onto her thighs. Physically, she felt complete and satisfied. Mentally, the mixed feelings of guilt consumed her mind. She knew they would eventually subside. They had before after she and Ronnie had talked and made love together.

However, there was something different about tonight than previous nights of her game playing. There was a new thought invading her mind. Temptation. On the previous nights that she had taken men outside of her marriage to bed, she had never felt the desire to see them again. The sex with them was good, and it was certainly different than it was with Ronnie. But tonight she had reached that unattainable peak. She had felt herself teetering on that edge. No one had ever physically taken her to that peak before.

When Ronnie agreed to Ashley's indulgence for varied sexual partners, they had talked of various guidelines. However he was very adamant on two hard and fast rules. First, he mandated that she never have sex where he could see it. Ashley had pushed and tried to break that rule tonight, but Ronnie pushed back and had left. The second rule was that Ashley was only to spend one night with a man, and never have a repeat meeting with the same man. Ronnie and Ashley both knew that he would experience human feelings of jealousy and hurt during Ashley's trysts. Ronnie felt he could handle those feelings of jealousy easier if he knew Ashley would never see her sex partners a second time.

But tonight she had reached a new high, and Chad had provided it. Ashley thought to herself how easy it would be to ask for his phone number. Ronnie wasn't here. He didn't have to know. The first three men she met, Ronnie had not been around. She just met them for happy hour, went to a hotel, fucked them and went home. She could do that scenario with Chad. Chad had proven to her that he could take her completely and fulfill her physical craving.

Ashley raised her head and looked up again into the mirror. She grabbed a wash cloth, poured water on it and washed her face. She then washed the salt and lime juice from her breasts, being careful to avoid her nipples which were still very sensitive. She then wet the washcloth again and wiped her thighs and around her pussy. It was times like this she was glad she kept her pubic hair trimmed to a small dark patch at the top of her pussy. She smiled as she wiped Chad's cum away from her body. She looked back up in the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair, grabbed the nipple clamps from the sink, and proceeded back to the living room. She knew what she wanted to do.

Chad was waiting at the bathroom door. "I thought you would never get out of there. I have to piss like a race horse." As Chad went into the bathroom, Ashley found her thong and put it back on under her skirt even though it was very damp. She found her blouse and sighed. Totally ripped by the knife it was unwearable. She threw it back on the couch. She then went to the front closet and found her jacket. She put it on. It barely covered her breasts but it would have to do. She put the nipple clamps in the pocket of her jacket, and found her cell phone and called the limo service she always used for these nights when she wanted a discreet ride home.

Chad flushed the toilet and walked out the bathroom. He hadn't bothered to wipe the cum from his cock and hips. He stood in the hallway and looked for a moment at Ashley, gathering his thoughts. He found the switches on the wall and flicked two of them. The strobe light effect turned off and the recessed track lighting turned back on.

"Hey, why are you dressed? I thought we could eat something and go for round two. You are one hell of a fuck. I'm thinking about canceling my plans for tomorrow night so we can hook up again." Ashley walked up to Chad and put her finger to his lips. She had changed her mind.

"Chad you are one hell of a fuck too. Perhaps the best fuck I have ever had. But we won't be hooking up tomorrow night. We won't be hooking up again. Tonight was absolutely awesome. But I have a husband I love at home. He lets me do things like this because he loves me just as much if not more. So we won't be hooking up again, and unfortunately for me, we won't ever see each other again. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it has to be."

With that Ashley turned and walked out the front door to the waiting limo. Chad stood still for a couple of moments trying to figure out what had just happened. He still had a strong need to fulfill. He headed to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. As he grabbed for some leftovers, he wondered what that pretty little blond at work was doing tomorrow night. What was her name again, he asked himself, trying not to tax his mind to much.

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This is beyond praise - it's so fucking good!

Great story so far, and the flashback opens up a lot of possibilities.

Thanks, and keep on writing!

I had to take a "ladies room" break after reading this. I came back in a much more relaxed state to tell you just how awesome this is.
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