Secrets Ch 34

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I knelt there on the bed, frozen. My mind was racing so fast that I couldn't make sense of anything. Had she really just said what I thought she did? Had she really just offered my mouth to her lover and my colleague? Was she just trying to further humiliate me, or did she somehow know my thoughts?

After all of Master's use and teasing, leading up to this moment, it had been impossible not to imagine what it would be like to taste Alex's cock, or even to feel him fuck me like he'd just fucked my wife. Had she seen that in me somehow?

The question in the air, however, had been posed to Alex. I'd never gotten any impression from him that he would have ever had any interest in men, but I was learning that such things were quite flexible in the mind.

"I'm not gay," was his first response.

"I didn't ask if you were," Jane answered. "I only asked if you wanted to have your cock sucked. If it helps, remember that he isn't a man anymore. That little thing in his panties is locked up tight and shouldn't even be considered a cock anymore -- especially not compared to yours. You've just fucked his wife. Do you want this from him too?"

I could see that he was hesitating, perhaps not quite wanting to deal with what saying yes might mean to others, but I knew what the answer would be eventually. He had never stopped stroking.

"Fuck it," he finally grunted. "Yes."

Jane slowly turned to me. I could feel my heart pounding.

"David, it would truly please me to watch you suck Alex's cock," she purred. "I want you to pleasure him as best you can, knowing that I'm right here watching and loving what you're doing, and that you're doing it for me. Are you ready to give this to me too?"

"Yes, I am," I answered, in a voice that seemed barely above a whisper.

Jane moved, relocating herself, but also moving so that she could reach behind me. She freed my hands from the cuffs. There was part of my rational mind that was trying to tell me to pretend that this was harder for me than it was -- that I shouldn't expose myself, or that she might guess that this wasn't my first time. Those thoughts were lost in the buzz of my hunger to obey her, to taste him, and, in that distant confusing way, to please Master too.

I reached up to him, letting my hands replace his around the base of his cock. I slid closer and brought my lips to him. I looked up at him, but he was looking at Jane. I didn't care. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism for him, or maybe it was simply because she was still naked and beautiful. I moved slowly, kissing the glistening head, tasting him, and tasting Jane there too.

I extended my tongue out, swirling it around the ridge of his cockhead. I tried to think what he might enjoy, wanting to move and service him in a somewhat feminine way, if that was a thing, just to ease him into the situation of a man sucking him. I was soft and slow with my lips and tongue, and I stroked him continually. I kept looking up at him now and again, but his gaze was still almost exclusively locked on Jane. My eyes darted over towards her too, and I was thrilled to see that she seemed to be enjoying what she was seeing.

Her hands were moving over her own body. She was caressing her breasts, letting fingertips play over her stiffened nipples, and also reaching down, slowly and gently caressing the folds of her pussy lips. She did all of this while watching me kiss and lick and suck. Her attention and pleasure fed me, just as much as the strengthening taste of Alex's precum filling my mouth, or the feeling of him growing ever stiffer and harder between my lips. I heard him start to moan, and I increased my efforts.

He was laying back, letting me do the work. I stroked faster, squeezing him tighter. My head bobbed up and down on him, using my lips and tongue to maximize the sensations to his throbbing cock head. He'd given himself a head start, of course, so all I had to do was finish him off. I moaned softly, letting my lips vibrate, but I didn't want to make too much noise, not with a masculine voice. Even in the midst of all this sexual excitement, it wasn't lost on me what was happening. I was blowing the man who'd just fucked my wife in front of me. I was sucking the cock of a man from work, one who would forever know what I now was under my clothes. There could well be some serious and humiliating and troubling consequences, but none of that mattered in that moment. I just needed to make him cum.

I didn't know how long it took, but I got him there. When he happened, he closed his eyes, moaned, and just let me suck and milk his spurting load from him. There wasn't a lot, not with him having cum so recently, but it was enough for me. I sucked down every drop, licked his head clean, then slid back. I knew how it could feel, after orgasm. The high would be gone and reality would come back into focus, and I wasn't sure he'd want my lips still around him when that happened. There was no regret evident on Jane's face. She was smiling ear to ear, looking like she might just start applauding.

I was the only one in the room who hadn't experienced an orgasm, so I was still on edge. My cock ached and leaked, and my mind was racing. It was sinking in that my wife had just watched me suck cock. I looked over at her, feeling sheepish and worried, wondering how she'd see me now. I had lost myself in pleasing him, so it felt like it would be impossible to pretend that I hadn't wanted to do it, or even that it had been my first time.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," Alex announced, getting up and off the bed with a speed that made me feel like I was right to guess he'd be feeling something like regret.

The two of us sat in silence until we heard the water running.

"Come here. Closer," Jane said.

I edged up on the bed, until we were side by side.

"I almost can't believe you did that for me," she said, speaking softly. "I understand, and it's kind of sinking in that you'd do just about anything for me, but that was still quite something. I wasn't planning it, but it just sort of felt obvious to ask."

"I would do anything for you," I said. "I love to please you. I... I could see that look on your face, telling me that it would turn you on."

"I did," she said. "It really turns you on, doesn't it, knowing that you're getting me wet by doing these things? Even when things that test you and embarrass you?"

"Yes, even then," I answered. "Maybe... maybe especially then, because they are harder to do."

"You just let that man from work fuck your wife, baby," she smiled. "And then, as if to thank him for it, you sucked his cock."

"Yes, I did," I blushed.

"Do you think he'll tell anyone?" she asked.

"I don't know. Well, I'm pretty sure he'll tell at least someone that he was with you. I don't know if he will share the last part."

"Perhaps not," she laughed. "That might be harder to explain to his golf buddies."

"But you think he'll tell them about me? About sleeping with a married woman?"

"Definitely. You're so beautiful that I'm sure he'll want to brag."

"Telling them who it was?"

"Yes, I would guess so."

"They'll know he did this to you then," she said.

"Yes, I guess that will be part of it."

"So it will get out that your hot wife is cheating on you," she said.

"I think so," I said. "And you are definitely hot."

She surprised me then, by reaching out to me and pulling me to her. She kissed me deeply, and as her tongue pressed to my lips I returned the kiss with equal passion. I felt her body tight, and it was incredible to feel her bare breasts pressed against my chest. The sound of the shower ended and Jane ended the kiss.

"I know things are changing a lot lately," she whispered. "I love getting to be in charge of you and of how this is all unfolding, but I also want you to know that it's still you that I want to come home to at the end of the day. That isn't just because of dinner waiting or the clean house. I love you."

I was caught off guard, and I could feel myself a bit overwhelmed.

"Thank you, honey," I said, hearing my voice break a bit. "I love you too."

"I'm still not going to let you fuck me though," she said with a laugh, giving the bulge in my panties a tap.

Alex returned, fully dressed.

"All ready to get back to work after a long lunch?" Janes asked.

"Well yes," he answered. "This has been incredible, but I do have meetings to get back to this afternoon."

"I understand completely," Jane answered. "I'm sure David is eager to get back to his desk as well."

I took that as a signal that I too should get myself out of the bed. I pulled on my clothes over the panties, once again hiding the secrets of my strange life, at least from the general public. Jane rose up as well, putting herself together in an impressively short period of time. The three of us exited the room together. Alex and I seemed to be in the grip of awkward silence, but Jane was still beaming. She walked us out of the lobby and all the way to work. She kissed us both goodbye as we approached our building.

"This was a simply wonderful lunch," she said. "I do hope we do this again!"

She turned on her heels and was gone, strolling down the busy sidewalk with a skip in her step.

When it was just the two of us alone in the elevator, Alex didn't say a word for the longest time.

"Your wife is quite something," he finally said, breaking the building tension.

"Yes, she certainly is," I answered.

"I know that all this was unusual, to say the least, but I just wanted to say that I'm sure our business interactions can remain professional," he said.

"Oh, of course," I answered.

"I don't want anything to be misunderstood. I know you don't work in my direct report, but it wouldn't look good if it seemed as though we were being too familiar."

"Oh, I understand," I said, though I was really not fully comprehending where he was taking this conversation.

"It's just that I don't think it would be helpful, for either of us, if there was a lot of talk about how I was socializing with someone who worked for me."

As the light came on in my mind, I was honestly surprised. It would have never occurred to me that he might be worried about what this might all mean for his professional reputation or situation.

"You have nothing to worry about," I said. "I won't say a word about our lunch, or about any other future interactions that you might want to have with her."

"Of course. Thank you. That's great."

"Not at all."

"You'd really be okay with it, if I saw her again?"

"I think you've seen that it is really up to her. If it is what she wants, then I'm okay with it."

"You really are cucked and helpless, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered.

I didn't mean to add the "Sir" part, but it just came out.

He shook his head. I could see that any nerves he had about what I might do or say were gone. He knew that if there was a hierarchy at work that I was at the bottom of it.

"One more thing," he said, as the elevator neared his floor. "As I said, I'm not interested in men, but you're not a bad cocksucker."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, still blushing as he exited the elevator, leaving me alone to head back down to my own floor.

Back in my office alone, I logged in and once again I had a lengthy report to offer up to Master. Typing it all out made me relive it, and feel the humiliation again. I'd never again be able to walk around the office without knowing that Alex knew. He hadn't just been with my wife, but he also knew about the chastity and the panties. He knew about her control, and my complete emasculation, all for her pleasure and desire.

There had obviously been men online who knew and who had been watching my performances. Apparently there was also some website, so that those men could relive those moments whenever they wanted. This was different, as I could see him around the office at any moment. He seemed so concerned in the elevator, but I knew that wouldn't stop him from sharing some tailored or edited version to his friends or the other men on the executive floor. I wondered if Jane would be referred to by name, or if I would.

Master, when he replied, sounded very pleased. He was thrilled that Jane had taken another step in guiding and enjoying my depravity, especially with Alex.

"Your secrets are falling away, fucktoy. Your love of being controlled. The chastity cage. Dressing in panties. Sucking cock. She's even pegged you. How does that make you feel, slut?"

"It's almost unbelievable, Master," I replied. "In the past she seemed disgusted or repulsed by things that got anywhere near this, but now she seems to be enjoying it so much. She was stroking her pussy, watching me suck his cock."

"She just needed to find a way to know that it could all be for her. You're very lucky that she's found her way there, fucktoy."

"Yes, Master."

"What else is left, fucktoy? Do you feel like you have desires and kinks and secrets yet for her to find?"

"She's pegged me, Master, but I suppose there is still the reality of other men fucking me, or the way you've sent me to please and suck other men, in public or in private, Master."

"That is true, slut. We shall have to see if her enjoyment of watching you suck cock will lead to further adventures like that for you. Anything else?"

"Master has had me dress up for him. In costumes and uniforms, Master."

"That's true. You're such a good little maid and it only makes sense for you to dress the part at times. I wonder if your lovely wife would like to see you that way as well, for herself, or to show you off."

"I... I don't know, Master. I think she might like making me dress like that for others to see."

"Only time will tell, I suppose. She apparently did like having you show off your panties to Alex."

"Yes, Master," I replied, once again reliving the experience of feeling his judging eyes on me as I had lowered my pants.

"You've been very good today, fucktoy. You've been a good little slut for both your wife and for your Master. You can reward yourself by plugging your ass for the rest of the afternoon. You are to go put it in now, and you may remove it once you get home."

"Thank you, Master," I replied.

I slipped away to the men's room with the plug and some lube hidden in my jacket. As I hid in a stall, bending forward to wriggle and push the toy inside me, I thought once more about Jane's strap-on dildo and about Alex's cock. I wanted them both so badly.

For the rest of the day, I could barely think or function. I sleepwalked through my work, feeling the plug tease me constantly. My caged cock tingled and leaked constantly, so much so that I was worried I would stain my pants visibly, but it was only my panties that were marked. I couldn't sit still, but every time I went to walk around to clear my head, the plug only teased me more.

Somehow, I made it through the day without falling apart. Driving home plugged was almost as powerful a torment as walking, but I made it through that as well. Getting home seemed like a finish line for me to reach, so that I could at least free myself of the added torment inside me. I could almost feel the relief as I turned the last corner and got close to home, only to feel a fresh panic and torment as I saw Jane's car already in the driveway.

I entered, feeling nervous, wondering when I'd find a few spare moments to remove the plug. I found Jane in the living room, relaxing with a glass of wine.

"Hi there," I said. "You're home early."

"Yes, after our lunch date, I found that I just couldn't concentrate on work anymore."

"I was finding it a bit hard to keep my mind on work as well," I admitted.

"I got all hot and bothered, watching you actually suck your boss's cock," she said. "You may have noticed that."

"I may have noticed your hand straying downwards, yes."

"All afternoon, I couldn't quite decide what I wanted to do about it. I did at least eventually decide that whatever it was, I was going to do it with you, or perhaps more accurately, to you."

"Oh, that sounds exciting," I answered.

"So I want you to go upstairs. I want you to get naked and then put on a fresh pair of panties. I want you to wait for me in our bedroom. I'll be up soon."

"Should I go now?" I asked.

"Right now," she smiled.

I rushed upstairs. I had no idea how long I had, so I dashed into the washroom, stripped and pulled the plug from my ass quickly. I rinsed it off and hid it away in the back of a bottom drawer. I washed myself as well, using a warm wet hand towel. I was breathing a bit more calmly as I walked into the bedroom, selecting a fresh, pretty pair of panties in black lace and pulling them on, up my legs and over the cage. I looked at myself in the mirror, adjusting them over its bulge.

She had said only to wait, without detail, but I decided to wait as I imagined that Master would want me to. I knelt down on the carpet at the foot of the bed with my knees slightly spread and my hand resting on the tops of my thighs. I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, and just trying to remain calm, not knowing what might be next.

Interlude

Alone in the living room, after David had obediently gone upstairs, Jane forced herself to take time. She paced herself, finishing her wine, sip by sip. Once she finished, she stood up slowly. Thanks to how she'd been sitting, there was no way for David to notice that she was already wearing her strap-on harness under her skirt, nor that she'd fitted it out with a mid-size, realistically moulded dildo. As she walked, she felt it sway back and forth, feeling both amused and powerful at the same time. It bounced and bobbed as she climbed the stairs.

She had expected him to be sitting on the edge of the bed, nervous and impatient, so coming in to see him kneeling there on the floor was a delightful surprise.

"Well look at you, ready to be a good boy," she purred.

It was David's turn for a surprise as he opened his eyes and looked up at her. The end of the dildo was visible jutting out from under her skirt.

"I'm ready," he replied.

Jane pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it, fully revealing her choice of dildo. David could see the realistic colour, the moulded cock head and veins, right at his eye level.

"Show me how you sucked your boss's cock. Show me that you want to pleasure it and make it spurt for you."

She stepped forward and David began. He reached up, guiding the toy to his mouth. He stroked it and kissed the tip. His tongue, extended, dragged all over its head. While she watched, feeling the motion against her pussy, thanks to the tightly fit harness, she removed her blouse and began to caress her own breasts through the fabric of her bra.

She was sure the taste of silicone was nothing like the real thing, but David was putting on quite a show. She thought of capturing his self-humiliation on camera, but as she'd left her phone downstairs, she just made a mental note to plan for something like that another time.

"You liked it, didn't you?" Jane asked. "You liked the feel and taste of his cock in your mouth, didn't you?"

She was working her hips in response to his motion, so his mouth was too full to answer with words. Instead, David replied with muffled moans that sounded close enough to "yes" to amuse her.

"You wanted to impress him. You wanted to please him. You wanted to make him cum, right in your mouth," Jane taunted.

David's response was more moans while nodding.

"No man would do that. No man would suck another man's cock to please him, after that same man had just fucked his wife. You're not a man anymore, are you?"

Muffled grunts came back, and now David was shaking his head side to side.

"That's right. Men don't wear panties like you do. Men don't have their cock's locked up, so they can't even get hard or jerk off."