Amanda and Jeff, a bored couple fall into a rabbit hole
This story contains elements of cuckoldry, bisexuality, chastity, feminine domination, humiliation, and a whole bunch of fuckery. If these aren't your scene, then you should probably search for something else.
If you are picking this up mid-story, you should go back and read the previous chapters.
All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is just plain tragic
Chapter3
Amanda woke up on Monday to the smell of coffee and bacon drifting up from the kitchen. As she woke up, she realized that Jeff had never come back to bed. She pondered how to approach him this morning. Should she call out of work today and fuck him a couple of times to make up for the weekend? It wasn't like him to be cooking breakfast on a Monday; maybe he felt a pang of guilt for the weekend as well? Well, no sense putting off the inevitable, she thought, and she got up. She threw on a robe and headed downstairs. She didn't even remember going to bed; Yvette must have helped her. She'd hit a bakery on the way into work to buy her a treat.
When Amanda entered the kitchen, Jeff was at the range cooking scrambled eggs and bacon. There was fresh coffee in the coffee pot. When Jeff saw Amanda, he put down his cooking utensils, stepped over to her, and hugged her.
"I'm sorry for being so selfish and inconsiderate over the weekend. I'm glad you were able to enjoy yourself, and I'm just sorry that I can't satisfy you that way." Jeff said with a little bit of a sob in his voice.
Amanda returned the hug and patted his back. "Thank you for understanding my needs. I'm sorry that it wasn't as pleasurable for you. But you do satisfy me, just not that way; your tongue is golden, mister." She said as she squeezed his butt.
They broke the hug, and Jeff went back to the range.
"What can I do to help?" Amanda asked.
"Just grab some plates; this is almost ready," Jeff said.
Amanda took some plates out of a cupboard. Jeff served the food onto the dishes, and they placed them on the table. Jeff poured them each a coffee, dressing Amanda's coffee for her. They sat at the breakfast table.
Amanda took a mouthful of her food, "Mmmmm, this is good. What's the occasion?" She asked.
"Yvette put you to bed last night, and she was here when I got home. We talked for a while, and she made me think about how much I appreciated you in my life. After she left, I thought about it some more. I was selfish yesterday, and I'm sorry." Jeff said.
"Honey, it's not entirely your fault. I promised you something, and I couldn't deliver. Let's call it even, and maybe we can do something tonight. Would you like to try again tonight, dear?" Amanda asked.
"I would like to try," Jeff said.
The conversation dropped off to small talk about their prospective days. Amanda had to go into her job. Jeff had some office work to do, but it was the middle of the quarter, so he wasn't too busy.
During the day, Vince called Jeff. Vince was all business in the call. He said he wanted to discuss two items but individually. Jeff reciprocated by remaining professional. Vince started by discussing the financial end of the business. The studio company was growing, and Vince felt he couldn't maintain the financial portfolio on Quickbooks by himself anymore. Jeff agreed that it might be time for some professional help. He offered to stop by Vince's house to look at the books and give Vince an estimate for his services. Jeff said he felt that he could probably manage the account on a part-time basis for now. If it grew to the extreme that Vince was envisioning, then the studio would need a full-time accountant. Vince understood. Jeff said that he would set up the business using standard accounting procedures that would allow scaling and would be easy for someone else to take over if, for some reason, Jeff wasn't taking the full-time role.
Vince assured him that if Jeff were all that Amanda said, Jeff would be offered the full-time role and maybe grow into a financial officer role. Jeff joked, "one step at a time, big guy."
Vince appreciated the humor; it was going to make the next subject easier.
Vince asked, "Did you and Amanda discuss the other offer yet?"
Jeff answered. "Amanda is onboard, which probably means that I don't have too much of a choice. I'm not happy. Our sex life was getting stale, so we agreed to try swinging. This is anything but. I viewed the website, and I'll admit the content was pretty hot; however, the white cuckold husbands don't seem to be getting a whole lot of pleasure; they look like they're getting humiliated. To tell you the truth, I haven't been treated too respectfully since Friday night. I mean, what's in this for me?"
Vince cleared his throat and said, "For starters, a lot of money. The hotwife/cuckold scenario would probably last at most ten movies. Established as a sub, you'd probably be able to make a few femdom-themed movies. You'd be retiring probably in five years with a lot of scratch."
"Probably at the expense of my marriage." Jeff rebutted.
Vince continued, "Your marriage was already in trouble. You agreed to swing so your wife could find sexual pleasure and keep it alive. Amanda has had a taste, and she's not going to give it up. She'll do it with your blessing or behind your back."
"Again speaking selfishly, what in it for me? You set me up, fucked her all weekend, even brought others into the game. You seduced me into giving you a blowjob. I didn't get squat this weekend. When she came home, she was ready to go, but your wife gave her some numbing suppository, and her pussy was dead to the world. Furthermore, when the medication got on my dick, it was dead to the world. My wife attacked me; it was as if it was all my fault."
Vince had to suppress his wanting to laugh. "It's going to get better for you. You will have a professional screen life; you may want to join in our roleplay group, which won't be too unlike your screen life...it's how we work out scripts or ideas. Then you will have your private life; what you and Amanda do there is your business; you work that out with her. Outside of the studio and role play, you will be treated with respect and dignity by your coworkers. It's a job; it makes money, a lot of money."
"Well, as I said, my hands are tied; Amanda is sold on it. But I'll warn you as I warned her, if this spills over or creeps into my personal life, I'll be done, with or without Amanda. I've read that some men are into that lifestyle; I'm not."
"Where you take it off the job is purely between you two," Vince said.
"Well, Amanda will make the call on our participation. When can we get together to review your financials?" Jeff asked.
They finished up the call by making an appointment for later in the week.
Meanwhile, Amanda and Yvette had their hands full at the brokerage house. There was a correction going down on Wall Street. They had to call a lot of customers to calm people down. It was going to be a long day, or two, or week.
Over lunch, Amanda and Yvette discussed the weekend and the studio offers. Amanda said she had one reservation, and that was Jeff's comfort. She explained that while she was more than sexually satisfied, she couldn't help but feel that she was throwing Jeff under the bus. Getting paid for something she liked was great.
"I'm being honest, Amanda; your marriage was already toast. You were already looking outside the marriage for sex; you weren't satisfied. After this weekend, do you think you can go back to the same-o same-o? Jeff knew he didn't please you as well; he agreed to try swinging. He probably thought that if you were getting off, then he'd be seeing pleasure as well, and he will, just probably outside of what he imagined. I mean, he came while giving Vince a blowjob. Had he ever talked about being bisexual before?"
"I know, but I'm worried. His ego is fragile. He's always been like a puppy dog to me. I agreed with him yesterday afternoon about making sure he was satisfied. Then I failed him, and worse, blamed it on him. When he left the house last night, I didn't know what to expect." Amanda said
"It's going to work out. What you guys do in your private lives is up to you. Do some movies, make some money, and especially have some fun girlfriend. For the record, I don't look down on Jeff for being bi, after all, I'm bi, and I think you are as well. I don't see Jeff as much of a man but then again, other than Vince, I don't have much use for men." Yvette laughed.
"We'll have to talk it over at home, not tonight, though. I promised Jeff some attention tonight to make up for his weekend. Hopefully, we get off on time. Can you believe this volume we are pumping today?" Amanda asked.
"I know right, it's terrible. I hope you take care of that puppy dog of yours; although I'll never fuck him, he might be fun to play with, woof woof." She laughed.
The ladies finished their lunches and headed back to work. The volume did not slow down. Amanda called Jeff and told him that she would be running two hours late, possibly more. Jeff understood as he had been following the correction, there would be a delay before it affected his work schedule. He understood Amanda's having to work late, but he wasn't happy; he was getting screwed over again.
Amanda and Yvette took a quick dinner break. They discussed the job and about Amanda having to postpone her "date" with Jeff. They both felt that Jeff was probably hurt but working in the financial sector, he would understand.
Jeff made a sandwich for his dinner. He watched the television and sulked.
When Amanda finally came home, some 3 hours late, his spirits were somewhat lifted. She said she needed to take a bath and have some wine. Jeff prepared her bath with her favorite salts. He poured her wine and helped her wash. He washed and conditioned her hair. He was trying to make the night work. He helped her dry off, and they went into the bedroom together.
Amanda asked for a back rub, and Jeff was only too happy to help out. He massaged her neck, back, and legs. He felt Amanda relax, and he thought he was going to get a chance. Then he heard her snore. She had fallen asleep on him. He sadly got up, gathered her wine glass, and then went down to the kitchen. He retrieved the rest of the bottle and opened it. He took the bottle into the living room, sat on the sofa, and proceeded to finish the wine. He beat himself up over the way his life was turning out. Eventually, he passed out on the couch.
Amanda woke up with the alarm. She looked for Jeff beside her, but he was already up. As she focused and remembered the night before, she realized that Jeff hadn't even slept in their bed.
"What happened?" she thought. Then it came back, the long day at work, Jeff's pampering bathing and shampoo, the massage. " I passed out on him. Crap. I told him I'd do something for him. Dammit, he must be pissed." She thought.
