Hannah Forever Single Ch 06

Hannah Forever Single -- Chapter 06

In the morning, I woke up in Hannah's arms. I felt such peace just cuddling her. She stirred, and I kissed her. I slid down her body, ready to display my submission again. She stopped me.

"Relax, Johnny. We've got a lot to talk about, but better over coffee."

I got up to go to the kitchen. I didn't bother with clothes.

Last night, I told Hannah more about the night years ago where my former wife, Chelsea, cuckolded me with my best friend Rick. (Maybe I should stop saying 'best friend.' Old habits die hard.) The story excited Hannah but also made her sad for me because, while she saw nothing wrong with couples exploring power dynamics, she felt that what Rick and Chelsea had done with me had abused my trust and my desire.

At the same time, it turned Hannah on hearing about the acts themselves — how my wife handcuffed me and had me watch as Rick fucked her in front of me for the first time, how Chelsea ground back against him desperate to feel him fill her full of cum, how she straddled my face after and had me clean her pussy, and finally, how she had me clean Rick's cock to get him ready for her again.

That we were all dressed in

Alice in Wonderland

costumes and were joined by Parvathi, a petite, curvy South Asian girl in a nurse's costume, just seemed to add to the unreality of the night. Even as I told the story, it was as if it was told

to

me, rather than lived

by

me. Except that I could recall the taste and aroma of each of them.

Hannah and I shared a house. We each ran our business out of it. She had a studio for meeting with online clients for sexual play. I had an internet security business. We had been together for months, but Hannah still insisted she was forever single. We even had separate rooms, although I woke up many mornings in her bed. I intended to follow her lead. My failed marriage made me gun-shy as well.

And in the past few days, Hannah had gained a commitment from me to be her property, to be owned by her, "lock, stock, and cock," as she said. I was willing, given my obvious submissive streak, and the incredible fortune I had to find a woman so in ownership of her sexuality, despite her being younger than me. She was part therapist, part vixen. She had explained a lot to me about why she was so poised now because of what she'd gone through and the mentorship she received from her best friend's mother. And this idea of owning me was her latest experiment. I was to be her 'toy.' Well,

first

toy. (I tried not to dwell on the implication of that word.)

Hannah came into the kitchen just as I was about to take her coffee into her. She smiled warmly as she took the mug from me and sat at the table. She had put on a pair of sweatpants and a wide-necked sweatshirt that loosely slid down to expose one tan shoulder. She hadn't put on makeup, but her brown eyes needed no enhancement. If the idea was to look less sexy, she failed. She used one hand to scrunch her short, pixie hair as if even bedhead could defeat her. Hardly.

She inhaled the steam from the coffee. "Thanks, John," she said. I moved toward the hallway to go get dressed myself, but she patted the seat next to her.

I sat down, trying not to think about how exposed I was and how casually sexy she looked. I felt the icy cool of the chair on my ass and balls.

"About last night," she said. "I want you to understand what it is about your past that excites me... and what doesn't."

"OK."

"What hurts me about what Rick and Chelsea did to you is that they didn't have your true consent. They didn't talk about it with your beforehand. They weren't sober when it began and I'm not sure you were. This is how people get hurt. This is why I think the trauma has lingered with you."

She touched my knee. I felt the comfort and a spark of excitement.

She said, "Do you consider yourself a cuckold? Like, is that your kink?"

"I... I can't deny everything excited me despite how ashamed I was."

"

Everything

or some things more than others?"

I flashed on Chelsea's expression as I went down on her full pussy. I said, "I think what excited me, what seeing

her

... so excited."

Hannah smiled and patted my knee. "More so that sucking Rick's cock?"

"Oh, yeah. I mean..."

"Yes?"

"The look in her eyes

when

I did that..." I sighed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. It's the submission for you. The humiliation too. More than the sublimated desire to do something 'gay.'" She used the finger quotes. "Why do you think Rick hesitated?"

"Hmm?"

"When he had his cock in your mouth. The way you described it. It felt to me that Rick suddenly didn't want to... finish there."

I nodded. I had tried to put Rick's feelings out of my mind. He had been a good friend once, and he often deflected and made gay jokes, but when he finally had me there... "He pulled back. Literally."

"Right," she said. "That dynamic interests me. Two men, not really into each other, being so intimate through a woman. But she... Chelsea seems to have embraced the whole cuckold scene. And Parmoni?"

"Parvathi."

"Yeah, Parvathi, sorry. She was there just for a chance at Chelsea."

"Well, to see Chelsea that night, I think everyone could taste her enthusiasm."

"She was throwing off the shackles of the patriarchy and putting them on you."

"Right, the handcuffs."

Hannah nodded and raised her eyebrows.

"You liked the helplessness?"

I sipped my coffee and lowered my eyes. "Very much," I said.

"Don't be embarrassed," Hannah said. "It takes courage to be vulnerable. When I'm dominating you, I feel your trust and it is thrilling to me. You're not a weak man. You're not a victim. If you weren't strong and masculine, I wouldn't find dominating you so sexy. Sure, that some of your early sexual experiences have given you these kinks for the taste of cum, the desire to be humiliated, even to take a cock, is now burned into your synapses. You may even

require

them to become excited. But we can fulfill that without deepening that wound. We can work with it and take you someplace even deeper."

Hearing her lay it out like that was both thrilling and frightening. It's true, I still had shame from what my wife put me through — I mean, what I went through

with

her. There was so much more I hadn't even told Hannah yet, but it made me excited in a way to share with her the humiliations I endured with Chelsea and Rick before I could break free.

I said, "It kind of makes me hopeful."

"It should. Because when you trust me completely, and we work together, I believe we'll find new sexual highs." She laughed. "At least, that's the hypothesis. I have never done this. I've never met a man like you. One that is both fucked up the way I am and still open to growth. You're not locked into your kinks like some kind of security blanket. I don't feel like a fantasy object when we're together. I feel that you see me."

I felt strangely proud. I put my hand on hers. "I hope that's true," I said. "I have never felt this way about anyone before."

Hannah squeezed my hand. "Now, to the rules."

I sat up straighter in my seat, which made her snort.

"Good boy," she said in a serious tone - mocking me. "I want you completely obedient to me. But that's not something we can sustain twenty-four seven. It's too intense and we have businesses to run. Plus, it's more exciting when it's bubbling there in the background and you never know when it may happen. So, I want to have a code."

I felt like it was the first day of school and this was orientation.

She said, "We will have a word that will trigger your submission. When you hear this word, you will be mine wholeheartedly. You will follow all my commands without hesitation. You will be my complete property."

I felt my chest rise with the heavy intake of breath. The thought stirred me.

She said, "The word needs to be something we can sneak into conversation because it may happen around other people and you have to be ready for that. Can you?"

The idea of becoming her toy even out in public gave me that anxious and excited feeling. Suddenly, I was aware of my erection rising.

"I see you like the idea," she said. "I take that as a yes, but I'd like to hear you say it."

"Yes, when I hear the code word. I will... be your obedient toy."

"Good boy," she said. She was not mocking me this time. "Now, I think the perfect word is 'Queen.' When you hear that word, it will be like a hypnotist has triggered you to lose all awareness except the sound of my voice. I want you to be ready simply to obey."

"'Queen', yes. Interesting choice." I thought of Chelsea at the Halloween party, cuckolding me, humiliating me, all while wearing the costume of the Red Queen from

Alice in Wonderland

.

"We're all about recontexualizing, aren't we?" she said, but I could tell there was also a hint of competitiveness in her choice. She intended to take that crown from Chelsea.

"But we also need the counter word. The word that turns off my precious toy." She took that moment to feel my erection, lightly stroking it. "I think 'Jack' is perfect. It's the lower card in the deck and...." She ran her fingers up and down my cock with a feathery touch. "It has other meanings."

I gulped. The excitement of being her toy with on and off switches filled my imagination.

"I'll have fun thinking of creative ways to bring those into our conversations. Alone, or with others."

I inhaled sharply.

"But you also need a word," she said, "for when you don't want to or can't be my toy. Anytime you need to take back control of yourself. When I hear that word, I will stop. You will have control of yourself again, and I will never question it. I won't punish you for it. In fact, I will respect that you have stood up for your boundaries. I will praise you for using it when you need it. What word would you like? It should fit with the others so it feels organic."

"How about 'King'," I said.

She smiled. "Perfect. And we can use 'red,' 'green,' and 'yellow' anytime to communicate our boundaries."

"Yes, ma'am."

"One more thing," she said. "I want you to know that I cherish our partnership. You need to know that if you stopped this game now, I would not leave you. We are a good team. I don't want to risk that."

I felt relief wash over me. I don't think I knew I had that fear until she quelled it. That was Hannah to a tee. She was always one step ahead of me.

I said, "I can't imagine not wanting this with you, but, you know, I feel the same way. If the past few months were just an experiment, and you said you'd had enough, I'd be sad, but I wouldn't leave either."

She threw her arms around me. She hugged and kissed me.

"I'm so excited to be your queen," she said.

Hearing the word, I froze. I looked into her eyes, which crinkled in a smile. She nodded slowly.

"Stand up and stroke your cock for me," she said.

I pushed back from the table and followed her instructions.

"I've got a little time before my first session, so I want you to tell me more about that night, while you edge yourself." She slid her hand down the waistband of her sweatpants and stroked herself under the fabric.

"Fuck, Hannah."

"Mm hmm. You can't come or you will pay a price."

#

Rick needed a break. He had come twice so far this evening, and while I knew he was capable of long nights, and what the four of us had done so far was very stimulating, I assumed he'd have to recoup.

"I need to rehydrate," Rick said as he went naked to the kitchenette for more water. "Anyone?" He held up a water bottle.

My wife, Chelsea, was on the floor leaning against the couch. She raised a weak hand. The other hand was cradling Parvathi's head that nuzzled between Chelsea's breasts. Parvathi nodded too. My wife was wearing the bustier, red heels, and stockings from her Red Queen costume. The bustier top was pulled down exposing her full breasts, but her panties were bunched on the floor. Parvathi was wearing her nurse's costume essentially around her waist. Her top had been pulled down exposing her breasts. And her skirt was up, exposing her round ass. She wasn't wearing panties because

they

were still in my mouth.

Rick brought the girls their water and crouched down next to them. His cock hung down heavily. I saw Chelsea eyeing it. I was always jealous that he was a show-er and not a grower like me. Before he gave her the bottle, Rick gently rubbed the cool, wet sides of it against my wife's nipple. It quickly became tight and erect. Parvathi moved to suckle her, making my wife softly sigh and stroke Parvathi's hair behind her ear, so she could better see.

The casual intimacy made me long to be a part of it. I wanted her to be that tender with me again. I wanted to be part of that circle, but I was outside looking in.

Rick bent over Chelsea and kissed her deeply before opening the water bottle and setting it down for her. He sat on the couch, legs and arms wide open. He looked at me, then reached over and pulled the panties out of my mouth, letting them drop with a spatter on the floor where I kneeled.

My hands were still cuffed behind my back and my knees bound with my panties where Parvathi had pulled them down, essentially hobbling me. They left me this way after they made me suck Rick's cock. Then after he pulled out and came all over Parvathi's chest, my wife licked her clean, and they stuck Parvathi's panties in my mouth, while I watched Chelsea eat out a woman for the first time.

I still wore the Alice costume. A blond wig, slutty short dress, with a tiered micro-skirt that stuck out, serving only to shade my naked groin. My chin was dripping and so was my semi-erect cock, having deflated somewhat in the calm after the storm.

Parvathi and Chelsea didn't need a refractory period. Parvathi continued to caress and kiss Chelsea's breast.

"That feels so good," Chelsea said. Parvathi moaned and increased her attention. Chelsea looked toward me, finally.

"What a mess, my Alice is," she said. "This is even better than my fantasies, Johnny. I can't believe you really did that."

I blushed as I imagined the things I'd done — eating Rick's cum out of her, sucking his cock for her. Her praise warmed me. I wanted her to want me.

Chelsea said, "Have

you

ever had a cuck, Parvathi?"

Parvathi said in her Indian accent, "No, but I had a girlfriend who was bi, and she liked to have me dominate her and her boyfriend." She looked at me. "That was him with me tonight."

"But you said he was..." I said.

"Yes, but we helped him discover that... side of himself." She grinned at me. "It was delightful."

Was that what they thought of me? "But I'm not..." I said.

"Johnny," my wife said, "Face it. You love to eat cum, and you sucked Rick's cock. But that's OK." She nudged Parvathi to roll off her. Chelsea came over to me and touched my face gently. It eased me. "It's OK, Johnny. I understand. I love you. I'm your wife and it would be wrong to deny your... needs."

I was speechless. I had so many thoughts going round in my head, I couldn't organize them into a protest.

She kissed me and gently stroked my neck and shoulders. I felt myself becoming warm under her touch.

She said, "I admit. At first, I was mad that you didn't fight for me like a normal man. I'm sorry that I was cruel. But when I learned about cuckolds and hot wives, well, I suddenly understood you better."

I opened my mouth, but she stopped me.

"No, it's OK. But Johnny. It felt thrilling in a way. The way you squirmed when Rick would feel me up in front of you. How hard you got watching us. And then the way you ate my pussy like it was the last piece of pie you'd ever get? Fuck, Johnny, I loved it." She traced my mouth with her fingers. "I love having a cumslut husband who can't get enough of my used cunt."

"Fuck, Chelsea." I wanted to tell her no, that I wasn't like that. Not completely. But she looked so excited as she told me. She needed me this way. She needed me to be dirty for her, and in the heat of this sensation, looking into her pleading, satisfied eyes, I could only nod, and say, "I want you to be happy. I love you."

"Oh, I love you too, Johnny. And I love Rick too."

I flinched at that.

"Johnny. Don't worry. We'll make this work. I'm a dutiful wife — a hot wife." She smiled at her joke. "I give my men what they need. I don't want to lose you." She tapped me on the lips. "And I sure don't want to lose this." She kissed me, then said, "We'll share him. Nothing has to end."

I looked at Rick. He seemed sanguine. I didn't see the usual dominant, smug smile, but something else I couldn't place. Maybe it was a relief that he could drop the act. He had my wife now.

Chelsea looked at Rick. "Are you OK with this, Rick? I don't want to lose either of you now."

Rick said, "As long as I get to fuck you, you can do anything you want with him, baby. Plus, I'm grateful he let me have you. He's a good friend." He added, "I will not blow him, though." He smiled and winked at Chelsea.

Chelsea laughed loudly. "Oh, no, Rick. God no. I can't imagine. No..." She turned back to me. "That's what this is for." She tapped my lips again and licked her own. She looked so worked up, so expectant, like a kid on Christmas morning. My biggest fear was losing the only woman I had ever truly loved, the woman I married and promised myself to for eternity. She was once a cautious, demure lover and wife. And now this woman saw me as her cuckold, her submissive little cumsucking slut, and I felt if I didn't agree to that, I would be alone. She would leave me.

I nodded.

"Thank you, Johnny. I knew we could work it out. I wasn't sure I could handle a cuckold husband, but it looks like now I have two cocks to play with."

"And a pussy," Parvathi said.

Chelsea turned to her. "Yes, Parvathi. I haven't forgotten you." She pulled her into a hug and kissed her.

Parvathi said, "In a way, you have two pussies now, too." Chelsea gave a look of mock scandal as she looked from Parvathi to me. "Oh, goodness. That's so true."

Parvathi crawled over to me. "Shall we get his tight little pussy wet?"

"Oh, you're bad, Parvathi." She came over to me as well. "Show me how."

Parvathi stood up and went for her large purse. As she went, she shimmied out of the costume, leaving herself completely naked except for the old-fashioned nurse's cap. She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a bottle of lube.

"Always be prepared," she said as she came over to Chelsea and me.

My body went cold. I shook my head. Chelsea touched my chin to stop me.

"Hubby. Stop pretending. I know this is new for you. But trust me, it feels better than you can imagine."

"What?"

Chelsea nodded and looked down demurely. "Yeah, Rick wanted something from me I'd never given to you." She leaned in close to me. She caressed my back down over my skirt to my ass. She cooed in my ear, "I was scared at first, like you, but now I fucking love it."

She grabbed both of my ass cheeks and separated them. I panicked as I felt Parvathi's slick fingers slip down my crack; I felt the liquid poured over my ass.

"No, please," I said. Then I groaned as Parvathi pressed a finger inside.

Chelsea reached up and grabbed my chin. "No, you've lied all this time about what we've been doing. I will not let you lie to yourself anymore. Parvathi, where do you think we should...?"

Parvathi said, "I think the arm of the couch."

Chelsea nodded and grinned. They lifted me up and guided me to the end of the couch. Parvathi pressed on my hips and Chelsea pulled me down over the arm of the couch with my face over her lap. Rick was next to her. I could see him working his cock for another round. Parvathi eased her finger around in a gentle circle, opening me up. It felt so good.