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Alexs dominates Ashley in and out of court, then reclaims Christina
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Wednesday evening, March 20th
"Ha! I honestly don't know where he is, B," Christina laughed.
Her new friend Brandi was on the phone, the two of them chatting like they'd know each other for years, not just a week. It was nine at night, the sun having set majestically over the Pacific not all that long before. With daylight savings time having taken place ten days prior, it was staying light longer. The kids hadn't adjusted yet to losing that hour. They were already fast asleep, having crashed almost an hour before.
Christina was lying on a lounger next to the pool, a glass of rum and Coke next to her on a table. She was in a skimpy black bikini, one of several new ones that she'd purchased when she went shopping the day before with Brandi. Before, she'd always worn a one-piece; part of the prudish mother role she'd foolishly played for so long. Too long. It took a bit to get used to, mostly because she wasn't accustomed to the breezes blowing over her exposed stomach. She felt damn sexy, having recounted her day in the X-rated conversation she was having. The current subject was her husband, and what he might be doing.
"Do you think he's really banging someone? I mean, it is late."
"Late? Not really. Not for him. The middle of the week he usually works a lot of late nights. He had an afternoon court date that he inherited from one of his associates. I'm sure he had to scramble to deal with that."
"Inherited. Did they get sick?"
"No. Cassie had a baby this morning. He knew he'd be doing it Monday. She was overdue, so yesterday they scheduled her to be induced. He knew ahead of time, but it's still a lot. And because he wasn't that familiar, I'm betting he went back to the office afterwards to get his notes typed in for Maggie."
"So, he's
not
fucking."
"I really have no idea. He mentioned someone. He said her name is Ashley and that I'd be sucking her off his cock when he got home."
"Holy... that's kinda fucking hot!"
"I have to tell you B, I was actually a little bit nervous about goading him on like that because I wasn't sure I could really handle it. When I got really into the porn he was watching, I realized I was more excited about the ones where the husband just watched and filmed. Some of them, the guys eat their wives out afterward... I start creaming just thinking about it."
"So, you're saying you see Alex as a cuckold."
"Yeah. It turns me on so fucking much. And I really thought that was what he wanted too. I've always viewed his protests about wanting to be a stag as part of him being my cuck, you know? Like it's a built-in defense mechanism to deny what he really is. And I still think I'm right. But when he said that, the
way
he said it... damn B. I kinda
want him
to be fucking her."
"You seem conflicted."
"Oh, I am. I see myself as a hotwife, with a bull and several boytoys. I've only seriously looked at him as a cuck. But this, I don't know. I want him to be happy. I want us
both
to be happy. Is there such a thing that we can
be
both?"
"Are you asking if it's realistic to be both a cuck and a stag?"
"Yeah. Is that a thing? Is there a name for it?"
"Sure. It's called Alex."
"What? What are you talking about?" she laughed.
Brandi grinned as she asked, "Are you turned on right now about the idea that he's fucking her. And about him coming home and doing what he said?"
"Yeah, but that's such a stretch. He's never been remotely dominant in bed before."
"Ha! Listen to yourself. Do you want to talk about today, or last week?"
"Huh?"
"Today you got fucked five times by two different men. Black men. Very well-hung black men. That was
today
Chris. Do you want me to list all the cocks you sucked last week? Do you wanna talk about how you wore their cum on your face like it was made by Revlon, or would you rather I describe how you eat my pussy like a nymphomaniac lesbian?"
Christina laughed out loud, her lilting giggle wafting in the breeze. "Okay, okay. What's your point?"
"My actual point is you're talking to me. Our friendship was built on your desire to become a hotwife. Did you see this for yourself six months ago, 'cause I don't think you did. We're friends because we both like the idea of fucking well hung men."
"We're friends because you're fucking awesome, B. Don't cheapen it."
"I'm not. I'm being honest. There is no way we become friends if you don't change your outlook. Even with little things. Look what you did this afternoon. Gerard didn't tell you to pick up the kids in that slutty outfit. You did that
all on your
own. No underwear, cum leaking out of you. You walked home from fucking Billy, went in the house to get your spare keys to the van, and you left just like you were."
"Well it's not like I had a lot of time to change," she laughed.
"You took the time to take your other clothes inside so you couldn't change your mind. You're thinking like me.
That's why
we're friends, and I'm really grateful for that. We're also getting off track. My point... my main point, is that you are you. You're Christina.
You
get to define the hotwife you want to be. No one else does. Do all the women that turn to the lifestyle eat pussy? No, they don't. But there are many who do, and you happen to be one of them."
"I've only eaten yours, B. That's hardly a sample size to categorize me."
"Bullshit. I won't be the only one and you know it. You loved it. Fuck,
I
loved it. You're gooood, girl. Are you telling me that if Alex brought this Ashley home and told you he wanted a threesome, you wouldn't dive in?"
"Holy shit! Do you think he's going to?"
"You brought Gerard into your home. You set the precedent. Today! I don't think Alex will do that... not yet. If he's actually fucking someone, my guess is that if he's exploring this, it won't be with you around. Not yet anyway. He's probably already concerned about if you were serious or not. From how you described him, this would be a huge leap for him."
"Yeah, it would. But I'm still confused about what you meant? About the term being called Alex."
"Look, all I'm saying is there may not be an official term, like stag or cuckold. But there's no reason he can't be both if that works for both of you. You have to talk, and together you need to determine what you want out of this. My only suggestion would be to be patient, listen to each other, and see how things go. You just sent him on a mission to score some strange pussy. Fuck, you told him he wasn't getting yours until he did. It would be cruel to take that away right after he succeeded."
"Then again, it would be a perfect move to make on a cuckold."
"Jesus, Chris... you're not serious."
"Ha. No. But that should tell you how my mind works."
"You need to bury that. At least for tonight. Don't ruin this if he comes home and he actually did what you told him."
"I was just kidding, B. I meant what I said before. When he basically told me what he's going to do to me, I'm praying it happens. I know I got fucked five times today but I'm so horny I don't know what I'll do if I don't get my ending."
"To the beach video?"
"Yeah. I can't get that out of my head. And if it happens; if he proves he's a stag too, then yes... I owe it to both of us to figure out how to make both sides of this lifestyle work."
"They make it work in BDSM. Switches exist."
"What's a switch?"
"You are, if he truly is a cuckold. He is, if he's not."
"What?"
"A switch is someone that's a submissive for a Dom, like you with Gerard... and trust me, you're in a very submissive role when he's your bull. And then that same person is a Domme over a different submissive, which would be you, leading Alex. The way you talk and think is
just like
me with Scott. And my relationship with him is a hundred percent me as his Domme. If Alex can be both a cuck and a stag, it's kind of the same thing. Since you're going to be doing that as a hotwife, you owe it to him see this through. Maybe you're right. Maybe it will only truly work if he's submissive. But you can't challenge him and then change the rules. That's no different than establishing a punishment and then backing down. Mixed signals can fuck up a relationship faster than you can imagine."
"Damn, Brandi, I'm so glad I have you in my life."
"That's what mentors are for," she laughed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alex was sitting in his darkened office, only the glow from his laptop illuminated the room. It was just before nine, and he was wrapping up a detailed outline of the settlement agreement he'd made with Ashley. He was going back through the text string, making sure he had all details correct in the document he was creating to send to Maggie. He'd just finished the last detail, the cost of the room used for the negotiations, when he stopped to look at that again.
It was a risk. The idea of actually using a hotel room for such a thing. It seemed great at the time, but looking at the request on the screen brought it under the light of harsh reality. How could he possibly explain that tidbit to anyone, particularly Maggie, his executive secretary? She'd be the one to actually question it, because she was the one that would follow up on his behalf. It was commonplace for him to send her a list of the terms of settlement. She'd take it, proof it, put it in the proper format and file it to the court.
It was in that moment that he remembered it was Ashley that would be actually filing the motion to drop the lawsuit and enter the negotiation terms agreed upon. Changing the verbiage from the exact location to something more generic, spelling out Ashley's client had to pay for wherever it was decided they'd meet would placate Maggie. If asked he would simply say he came back to the office, and they met for dinner in the hotel restaurant across the street to negotiate. Finding that easily plausible, he only had to confirm one thing... where to have Maggie send the document.
He checked the phone number at the top of the text string. Picking up his desk phone, he dialed.
"This is Ashley."
