Secrets Ch 15

Chapter 15

The following morning, I was woken from a confusing dream. The details faded all too quickly, but I had this feeling it had been something about my wife, but I didn't quite recognize the man with her. I could feel my erection quite hard when I stirred, however. More pressing at the moment was that it was Jane who had roused me from sleep. I looked over to find it was a good 20 minutes before my alarm was due to go off.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes, everything is okay," she said, looking rather intensely at me. "Did you mean what you said, the other night?"

"The other night?" I asked, trying to force my mind to wake.

"Yes, about going down on me whenever I wanted, no strings attached."

"Yes, I did," I answered, thinking that I couldn't quite believe what was happening.

"I woke up horny, and I want it. Now."

I looked over and she was just as she had come to bed last night, wearing nothing but her panties. Her breasts looked incredible and soft and warm, but her eyes were leading me downwards.

"Of course," I answered, and I slid down in the bed to get my face between her thighs.

I peeled her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. I could already smell her arousal -- she hadn't been kidding in the least about her state of arousal. I dove into the task, kissing at her smooth lips and then extending my tongue to bathe them. I traced the tip of my tongue around her and then inside, up and down, exploring and devouring her. I realized that it had been some time since I'd completed this service for her.

She moaned softly and I felt her lean back, luxuriating in the sensations. At first she stretched out on the bed and just felt it all, as she grew more and more wet, but then she tightened and sat up again, looking down at me, watching my tongue dance upon her and inside her. I felt her hands, caressing my head for perhaps a moment before her fingers curled into my hair and she used her grip to guide me and pull me against her harder. She soaked my face and she ground her pelvis forwards towards me.

She was hungry and she wanted this and she was using my mouth and face to take it. I moaned and gasped for air and did all I could to keep up and to give her the most intense pleasure that I could. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, curled it and swirled and explored. I reached for her most sensitive internal pleasure points and was rewarded by even louder moans when I succeeded.

The closer she got to release, the rougher she got in the way she held me. She would alternate between spreading her thighs as wide open as she could and then slamming them tight, holding my head between them. She rocked and writhed and squirmed in a way that I had hardly ever seen her react to sex.

My tongue was getting tired, as it was not quite used to this level of exertion, being extended out so deep for so long, and kept in constant motion. It seemed that she was riding my face for so long before she finally came, splashing me even more thoroughly in her juices. She kept her grip on my hair, moving me against her slowly until the last of the waves of her pleasure crested. Only then did her fingers relax, and she fell back against her pillows.

"Oh fuck, that was good," she purred. "Well done."

"Thank you," I answered, not quite knowing how I was supposed to react.

She started to move, and I rolled out of the way.

"I'm going to take a shower," she announced and padded towards the bathroom, turning just as she reached the door, announcing, "I just might really enjoy this."

I watched as she closed the door, then rolled onto my back, trying to take in what had just happened. I was still hard, in fact even harder than I had been when I had been woken up. I didn't know quite what to do about it. I didn't really want to have her exit the bathroom and find me jerking off. That would be kind of embarrassing and almost gross, I thought, and it also didn't seem to go along with the idea of giving her pleasure without strings attached.

I decided to just lay back and listen to the sounds of her shower and slowly let my body calm down. I didn't touch myself at all, which wasn't easy, but it wasn't a stretch to imagine myself forbidden that kind of pleasure. Soon enough I knew I'd be caged, and this arousal would be denied.

Something about feeling the implied restriction against touching myself and knowing that denial and ache was coming only made it more challenging, and made me harder. I had to find a way to stop thinking about it, so I forced myself out of bed. I pulled on a robe and trudge downstairs, making a quick stop in the downstairs bathroom to relieve myself before putting on a pot of coffee. I put out Jane's things for her to take along for lunch, looked around the kitchen to make sure everything was still tidy, and then went back upstairs, imagining that she would be finished in the shower soon.

She was just coming out, wrapped in a towel, as I returned and I smiled wide. She returned the smile but then got right to the business of getting herself dressed and ready for the work day. I took my hint, and took my turn in the shower. I felt good, even without release, as I had gotten to pleasure her just as I had offered, and how Master had suggested. I could feel that he would be proud of me, which made things even sweeter.

I washed myself thoroughly in the shower, shaved, and then stepped out into the bedroom to get dressed. The house was quiet, but I just imagined that Jane had gone downstairs to have breakfast. I got dressed, feeling the strange new reality that I'd be pulling these things down once at work so that I could put the toys Master chose into use. I finished getting dressed and then made my way downstairs again, looking forward to seeing my wife and any of the afterglow of our encounter.

Instead of her smiling face or some comment of joy or appreciation, all there was was a little post-it note on the counter, thanking me for the coffee and lunch, signed with a quick "luv u" and a little scribbled heart. It was sweet, but I had to admit to myself that I had been hoping for more. I immediately chastised myself -- all she had done was take me at my word, that oral sex was a gift, to be accepted without expectations of reciprocal action. My pleasure had to come from hers, and in another way perhaps from Master's.

With the privacy of Jane having gone, I decided to insert my plug and lock on my chastity cage at home. It was so much less stressful than having to hide away in one of the toilet stalls at work, and this plan also had the side benefit of getting me into them earlier, so that I would feel their influence longer. I would be stuffed and locked, even just driving to work, and no one in the traffic around me would know. Thinking about it meant that I had to hurry up and get the cage on quickly, before my arousal made the task too challenging and painful.

Once I was properly secured and stuffed, I adjusted my clothes again and made my way to work. I was a bit early so things were quite quiet. I logged into Master's app, sent him a quick update of the morning's activities, then got to work. I was hoping to hear from him quickly, so that I could feel his reaction to Jane's first acceptance of service, but no response came. There were just my toys and work.

It was nearly lunch time when I was reminded of Master's touch upon my life in another way. I got a reply back from Matt, the friend I'd emailed at Master's instruction. He seemed so happy to have heard from me, though the update on his life sounded a little less than enthusiastic. He was still working at the same job and he was married to the woman that I had remembered him dating, but he didn't surround the mention of either of those facts with much enthusiasm. Either way, he was eager to catch up and even suggested lunch sometime, as his work was also in town.

It was strange to have a whole range of secret emotions in response to a message like this. I was quite happy with the idea of reconnecting, as there had seemed to be so much distance between myself and the friends I'd made in college and early in my career. Inescapable in this now though was the secondary goal, given to me by Master, to get to know these men better, to practice just talking with them more, and even flirting with them. I wondered if my imagined perception of Matt's unhappiness in his marriage would mean that he was looking for some kind of outlet, and could he even be like the men who watched me online, grinding on dildos and sucking rubber cocks.

Reminded of my task of being more social with men, I decided to go out for lunch. I wasn't so daring or overt as to find that club again, but instead I settled on a busy lunch counter near the office that I could walk to. I perched on a stool at the counter and looked around for others dining alone.

My sandwich came with its side of fries and I sat and ate it, not finding any success in the search for men to make small talk with. I paid the check and slid off the stool, feeling the plug tease me. I was about to write the lunch hour off as a failure, pushing open the door to head out and back to work, when I noticed a man leaning against the back of a bench near the restaurant, smoking.

"Mind if I bum one from you?" I asked him without really thinking about it at all.

It had been years since I smoked, but I had actually been taken about by how handsome this man looked. He looked me up and down, perhaps surprised to be asked for a cigarette by anyone who looked like they could afford their own.

"Sure," he shrugged, and drew one out of the pack in the inside pocket of his jacket.

I leaned in as he held out his lit zippo lighter.

"Thanks," I said. "The wife had me quit years ago, but there was just something about a diner lunch that made me crave one."

"I get that," he said, with a soft smile.

"How do you get around it?" I asked, realizing that I really was enjoying the feel of smoking again, at least for this one time.

"Simple. I divorced her," he answered.

I stopped short, looking at him, not sure how to respond. After a beat, he started to laugh, so I laughed along with him with relief that I'd not offended him or stumbled into a conversational minefield.

"That would do it," I said.

"Sure, it solved a few problems actually."

"I'll bet," I offered, not wanting to get too personal or intrusive. "Any downside?"

"Nothing permanent, to be honest. Suffice it to say it wasn't a good fit. You know those couples that say they want to concentrate on having a good marriage, not a good wedding?"

"Sure."

"In my case, concentrating on the marriage made me realize how much I needed a good divorce."

"Ouch. I'm glad it worked out for you."

"Yeah. It all worked out in the end. No regrets, but money well spent. Don't get me wrong -- I'm sure you and yours are great together."

"Not at all. Yeah, we do alright. Nothing's perfect, but she's great."

"Sure, of course," he said, butting out his cigarette. "Tell you what -- let me know if that changes."

He reached into his jacket again, this time pulling out a business card. I glanced at it as he handed it to me, seeing the name of a prominent downtown law firm.

"This you?" I asked.

"Yup. I don't handle divorces myself, so no worries if your wife sees the card in your pocket, but a few guys in my firm do. They did mine."

"Thanks, but it really is good at home."

"Of course. Hey, just keep it in case. I handle a lot of real estate, myself."

"Cool, and thanks. Thanks for the chat, and the smoke."

"Any time," he said, then turned and walked down the sidewalk and into the crowd.

I got myself back to work and to my office in plenty of time to send off a quick update to Master about my day so far, then put my head down once more to try to concentrate on anything else. That was a task I was finding harder to complete with every passing day and milestone. What did work mean compared to the events of a day where I'd started between my wife's thighs and ended up flirting with strange men on the street, and all while plugged and chaste?

I was also finding that I missed Master's voice and commands. I checked in again, making sure that my connection was good, but there were no new messages. Later, in the washroom, sitting in the stall and looking down at my caged manhood, I wondered about where it could really all lead. The device made it clear that, at the very least, my erections and typical sex life was something that Master had control over. The way that control was expressed so far was by his use of my ass and mouth with toys, having me please men with my mouth, and then to please my wife the same way. The only release I'd been given was directly linked to my submission to men. Was he going to let me fuck my wife again? If he wasn't, was someone else going to be?

Interlude

Jane had arrived at work on a real high. She was still tingling with the aftermath of her morning orgasm, delivered so eagerly by the tongue of her husband. It had felt so wicked and sweet to simply get up after he'd finished, ignoring what needs he might have -- which seemed significant based on the size of the erection she observed. She just took her shower and got ready. Her things had been ready when she got downstairs, so she simply went to work. Getting hers and then departing had felt so wonderful, so empowering. There was perhaps a bit of gleeful malice in her mind, imagining him realising she was gone, and truly confronting the consequences of his proposition. She imagined him just having to jerk himself off, alone, thinking of her taste.

Her orgasm had also helped rid her of her low grade headache. She had a bit of a hangover from the night before, which served as a reminder that she had left her car downtown. She took a cab, thankful that her car was safe in its lot, and would be right there when she was ready to go home at the end of the day.

She actually found herself looking forward to seeing Theo and Mark. She dove into her work, thinking of ways to manufacture more meetings with them. She felt so alive and so productive that before she knew it, it was time for lunch. It gave her a fresh flush of joy to be eating the food her husband had prepared for her while she got to work on the personal tasks of editing her written fantasy about Theo. She read it through twice, making sure that there was nothing in there that would give hints that she had written it, then she printed it out. Just seeing the words on paper made her wet. Her heart pounded with the thought of him reading it and wondering who had been imagining these things.

There was still time left, so she sat down at her desk again and let her imagination run wild once more this time with Mark as her focus. After their night all together, it was easy to imagine that it was Mark who had driven her home. In her fantasy, she was tipsy and giddy, but not so drunk as to be stumbling or for him to be seen as taking advantage of her. He walked her to her door but when he paused, waiting as she unlocked it. He held her hand, and she held his, and she brought him inside with her.

From the moment the door closed behind them, his hands were on her. He groped her with strength, feeling the curves of her body through her clothes. She felt the strength of his touch and the firm, defined muscles of his chest. He started to pull at her blouse, half opening it and half tearing it from her. Her skirt was next, pulled down her legs, and then she was there, in her own living room, displayed for him while her husband slept upstairs.

That knowledge, in this waking dream, didn't keep her from moaning as he held her and bent her over the back of her couch. Mark tore her panties from her and drove his throbbing cock into her wet and hungry pussy. His hips rocked and he took her deep and hard and well. She moaned and gasped and panted as she felt his thick cock drive its fullness so deep inside her. She felt his hands on her, groping at her and holding her hips, pulling her back onto him, helping him bury himself balls deep.

She felt her breasts fall out of her bra. She felt her pussy convulsing in spasms of pleasure around him. She felt herself rocked by the waves of her orgasm, feeling two or three waves of pleasure hit her before she felt the eruption of his warm cum inside her. There was no condom and no pulling out, he just filled her up without a care, and she loved it. After the crest of his orgasm, he was still hard and he rocked back and forth inside her, slowly, luxuriating in the sensations.

When her eyes rose up she saw her husband, David, standing there at the foot of the stairs, watching them. He didn't look upset or betrayed, but he seemed so much less than Mark, and less than Theo. As he had been that morning, in this fantasy, he was hard, but this time it was from having watched her be properly fucked. Mark slid back, pulling out of her, but as he did, now David was right there. Her husband's mouth was on her pussy again, but this time there was Mark's load of jizz oozing from her, mixing with the taste of her own juices. She looked down at her husband, between her thighs, on his knees, his lips soaked.

Jane nearly jumped out of her chair when someone knocked on her closed office door. She could barely speak but she managed to signal enough that they could come in. She felt herself blush as she realized it was Theo.

"Just checking in, making sure you got into work okay today," he smiled.

"Ha! Yes, no problem, but thanks for making sure I got home safe last night. I hope I didn't make a fool of myself," she answered.

"Not at all. You were a delight. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"I'd like that," she answered. "It was fun."

"Agreed then," he said. "I won't keep you. Just wanted to say hi."

"Thanks," she smiled. "See you soon."

He slipped away, closing her door behind him. It was only after he left that Jane realized just how hard her nipples were, thanks to her fantasy, and how visible they were through her blouse. She blushed and shook her head. Her printed out fantasy was right there on her desk as well, but at least that looked like just another page of printed work.

She logged into her email, sending off her completed fantasy homework, smiling to herself. She couldn't help thinking that this was perhaps the most fun week she'd had in quite some time.