Secrets Ch 48

48

I'm sure I would have been riled up driving to work anyway, knowing what my day did and could have in store for me, but Jane's teasing had gotten me even more well primed. I felt the sensation of the garter belts on my thighs, the fullness of the plug inside me, and all the rest. I was eager to imagine that Craig would be receptive to the situation, as I found I was getting more and more excited about the simple idea of feeling his cock in my mouth as I had once just fantasized about. Added onto all that was knowing that any bit of physical exposure would open up and expose me.

I couldn't loosen my tie or unbutton my shirt without revealing the collar. Just under my shirt were pierced nipples. Under my pants were panties and lingerie, not to mention tattoos and a plugged ass and a chastity cage, to which I did not hold the key. Just because Craig dated men didn't mean that would be open-minded about any of that.

Needless to say, I did not have a productive morning at work. I sat in my office and tried to complete the tasks on my list, but I couldn't concentrate on much for more than five or ten minutes at a time. I'd check the time, or watch for messages from Craig, even confirming or cancelling our plans. I'd shift in my chair, trying to somehow lessen the sensations from my plug teasing me. Every time I went to the washroom, I'd look at myself in the mirror, trying to reassure myself that the collar or piercings weren't visible through my shirt. I also looked, trying to convince myself that maybe I was no so much out of his league.

When the time finally crawled its way to 12:30, I forced myself not to arrive at the elevator early. I was beyond the ability to be casually late, so I strolled in exactly on time. I paced around for perhaps a minute or so before he arrived. He smiled seeing me.

"I don't know about you," he said, "but I really need this break today. I've been going non-stop."

"Oh yes, me too," I lied. "Where do you want to go?"

I pushed the down button to call the elevator, and we continued to talk as we rode down together.

"I know a cool little taco place, if you're into that?"

"Sounds great," I answered.

We chatted about work as we walked on the busy sidewalks and I followed his lead as he guided us to the restaurant he had in mind. It wasn't far but it was tucked just out of the way enough to be kind of quiet, not packed with the typical office-dwelling lunch crowd. He had clearly been there before, as he was greeted warmly by the server that came to our little corner table.

"Are you okay with a beer?" he asked, but then ordered two Coronas without really waiting for an answer.

He was enthusiastic while sharing the details of the menu and his past favourites, so I took his advice and ordered three of his choices. The beers were dropped off and we both took a sip of the ice-cold beer from the bottles.

"How is your wife doing? It's Jane, isn't it?" he asked, out of the blue. "I think I met her once or twice at office events."

"Yes, that's right -- it's Jane. She's really good, thanks," I answered, then went into a bit of a practiced update about her work.

The first tacos came, so that became the focus of our conversation for a bit, and I had to compliment him on his choices, as it really was delicious. Once we finished them off, took another sip of beer and waited for the next ones, he spoke again, but looked hesitant.

"The reason I asked about your wife," he started, "and please forgive me if this is awkward, but I heard someone in the office talking about you."

I tried not to panic, or at least not too openly show panic.

"Talking about me, how?"

"It's kind of awkward, and it sounds just like a nasty rumour."

"You can tell me. It's okay."

"Okay, but please know that this is coming to me second-hand. I don't know who started this, but since it was someone already talking about what they'd heard someone else say, I thought I really ought to tell you."

"I appreciate that."

"Okay. Well, the rumour is that someone at the office may have had an affair with your wife."

"Really?" I said, trying to sound surprised and shocked.

"Yes, and there was also some part of the story that it was happening because, well... because you were gay. I tried to tell them that if anyone would know that you weren't, it would be me."

"You didn't need to do that," I said.

"Maybe, but I didn't appreciate the way people were gossiping and spreading lies like that."

"Thank you," I answered. "It's embarrassing that people are talking about things like this, about me and her, but I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything."

"I don't mind telling people to cut it out when it's just vicious gossip."

"Yes. Well..." I tried to form words, but I couldn't.

"Oh my god," he gasped. "You mean there's some truth to it?"

"It's complicated," I answered.

'Which part?"

"All of it, I guess."

The rest of our lunch arrived, and I took a welcome break to thank the waitress and to drink more of my beer.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Obviously you don't have to say anything more than you want to, but I'm here if you do."

"I appreciate that. I'm sorry if you ended up having to deny something that really happened."

"I don't care about that. People still shouldn't be spreading rumours that could hurt someone."

"You're kind to say that," I said. "Yes, my wife did sleep with someone at work. It wasn't really cheating on me though, as I knew about it, and we have an arrangement."

"An open marriage?" he said with wide eyes. "Forgive me, but I guess I didn't imagine you as the type."

"Not that adventurous?" I smiled.

"I guess so. I'm sorry if that sounds judgemental."

"I get it. I don't really look like a sexy swinger on the outside."

"Everyone has secrets, I guess," he said.

"That's the truth. I think I'm trying to have fewer of them these days."

"I'm flattered you're trusting me with this," he said. "Can I ask about the other part? I really didn't think you were into guys."

"Neither did I. It's complicated," I replied.

"This is starting to sound like a better story than one about you being cheated on," he said, smiling for the first time in a while. "Spill."

It didn't take much more of his suggestion of a command to loosen my lips.

"Well, our marriage is open in the sense that my wife is free to take lovers as she wishes. I suppose you could say that I also have additional sexual activities as well, but she is in control of what they are."

"And she wanted at least one of them to be with a man?"

"Yes, she did. She does."

He paused and took a long slow drink of his beer.

"Is this as kinky as it sounds?" he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe more," I answered.

"So, if I were to use words like 'cuckold,' 'hotwife' and 'submissive'?"

"Yes, those would apply," I said, my face feeling very warm.

"And 'forced bi'?"

"Yes, that too... though I don't know if 'forced' sounds right."

"Damn! Look at you. I really would never have guessed!"

"It's relatively new, I suppose, but a lot seems to have happened fast."

"How much of this can I ask about?"

"Anything you like," I answered.

"Okay. So, your wife had someone from work as a lover, and you knew about it?"

"Yes. I was there."

"And she's had you be with men, too?"

"Yes, she has," I confessed. "That's all she wants for me."

"She only wants you to be with men?"

"Yes. She has made that a new rule."

I was speaking calmly, and our words were short and simple. It turned out to be much easier than I'd feared to talk to him about these things but, even so, I was getting nervous about saying these things in public.

"Does she have a lot of rules for you?"

"A few, I guess. I don't know if it's a lot."

"What kinds of rules are there?"

"She decides when I can, you know, orgasm. She has rules for me about clothing."

"Are these rules enforced?"

"Yes, I guess I would say so."

"A chastity cage?"

"Yes."

"You're getting kind of excited, having to confess this stuff, aren't you?" he asked.

I could feel his eyes wide and open, seeing me so completely.

"Yes, I am. I was nervous about telling you, but you seem very open-minded about it."

"So you planned to tell me all this stuff?"

"Maybe not about all of it, but yes."

"Why is that?"

"Well, remember how I told you that she wants me to be with only men from now on? She told me that she wanted me to find a man at work."

"And you chose me?"

"Yes, I mean, I thought of you and wanted to find out a way to see if you'd be interested."

"Because you knew I was gay?"

"Yes, because of that, and because I knew you a bit. And because you're attractive."

"Thank you," he said with a smile.

"Probably out of my league. I know I'm older and you know, not exactly fit."

"Oh be quiet," he said. "You've got your own 'daddy' thing going on. So, with you and me -- just what were you thinking could happen?"

My face felt very red and I saw him smile.

"You really want me to say it out loud?"

"I really do," he said.

"I was hoping you might let me suck your cock," I said in the loudest whisper that I dared to. "Or, if you wanted to fuck me."

"So you're a bottom with men too."

"Yes, I am."

"This is turning out to be a very different lunch than I thought it would be," he mused with a crooked smile.

"Does that mean you're not saying no?"

"I'm definitely now saying no. I'm not saying yes yet either, but I'm officially intrigued. If I were to say yes, just when and where do you see this happening?"

"That would be pretty much whenever you wanted, I suppose."

"You seem a bit eager for this to happen."

"I am excited by the idea, yes. To be completely honest, my wife has also given me some additional incentive. She's told me that I'm not allowed any release at all until I find a way to make this happen, either with you or with someone else at work."

"So if I said no, you'd have to think of someone else to approach?"

"Yes, I would."

"She really has you under her thumb, doesn't she? And you're okay with all this?"

"I am," I answered. "More than okay, to be honest. It's scary and embarrassing, but I just can't stop myself from loving it. I don't know what that says about me."

"I don't think it says anything except that you're kinky and adventurous, and that you seem to have found a good partner for that."

"I really have," I said.

"So your wife is as kinky as you?"

"I didn't think she was for a long time," I answered. "But I'm sort of coming to realize that maybe she is even more kinky than I am. She's certainly showing herself to be quite wicked and imaginative."

"Really? How so?"

"Well, she made it clear that I was going to be denied until I figured out a way to complete this challenge, and then she started teasing me. She also had me dress up for this lunch."

"Dress up how? Other than wearing a jacket and tie, you look like you do most days?"

"Underneath. I had to wear pretty panties and stockings with garters."

"Oh how cute! Panties on just for me?"

"Well, I have to wear panties every day now, but she made sure that I was looking my best, and made me choose pretty ones just in case. And the garters are a special touch."

"I'm sure you look quite pretty under all that, honey."

"Thank you," I said, blushing.

"I suppose we should probably get back," he said, signalling for the check. "I am officially interested, however. What are you doing after work?"

"I don't have any plans other than what I'd normally do. I'm sure I could be free, if you'd like."

"Okay. I'll let you know."

When the check came, I made sure to place my credit card down before Craig did, which made him smile. He didn't object to me paying for lunch at all. He didn't say a lot on the walk back to work, but he continued to smile a lot. We rode up in the elevator together in a silence that made me nervous, but he seemed to enjoy it. I could feel that he could read that the power dynamic was decidedly in his favour.

We parted ways as we arrived at our floor. I collapsed into my chair and tried to relax, feeling my heart pounding. It was just a few minutes later that I noticed a new email had arrived in my work inbox. It was from Criag.

"I have decided to allow you to provide me with service. You will come over to my place after work, assuming that works for your wife. Once you confirm, I'll send you the address."

I couldn't believe it was really going to happen, and I couldn't believe that he'd actually sent me this via our work email accounts.

I texted Jane, to give her an update and to get her permission. I imagined that she would text back soon, as this task had been set by her in the first place. Instead, she surprised me by calling.

"I'm so excited for you," she said. "How did it go?"

"Better than I could have imagined," I answered.

In whispered tones, I proceeded to give her a quick summary of the lunch, sharing how open I had been, and breaking the news to her that people at work had apparently been talking about her, and about some version of what had happened.

"So it seems that Alex has been talking," she said. "It's possible that someone might have seen us in the restaurant, but that's quite a leap from that to knowing he fucked me, and that you've been experimenting with men. He must have been quite excited by the whole adventure to risk talking about it."

"I guess so, Mistress," I answered. "It's kind of humiliating for me though. Rumours going around the office that I'm being cheated on."

"But of course you're not being cheated on, are you? The truth would probably be even more humiliating, wouldn't it? If they knew what an eager little cuckold you were, and if they knew what you did to that same man that was inside me?"

"Yes it would be, Mistress," I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks yet again.

"Then perhaps you should just be thankful that he shared such a sanitized version of events. I'm curious though. I wonder if he even confessed to those he told that he was the man I was with. If your mouth isn't too full this evening, maybe you'll find out more."

"Yes, Mistress."

"So yes, of course I want you to go tonight. I want you to do a very good job of taking care of his needs. Otherwise, there might be even more whispers around that office about you."

When she ended the call, I could almost hear her laughing. In a perverse way, her enjoyment made my nervous embarrassment worth it. With her permission obtained, I replied to Craig's email, letting him know I was available and would meet him at the end of the day.

There was no reply until after 5:00, making me squirm in discomfort for hours. When his reply finally did come, it contained nothing but his address and confirmation that I should be there by 6:00. I could only wait, using work as a way to try to distract myself or occupy my mind as I watched the time pass slowly. Given all that I had done before, it seemed silly to be so nervous, but the situation was different. Craig was different. He wasn't someone that I knew primarily as kinky or dominant. I'd known him as a work colleague for years. Now, that relationship was going to permanently change. There had been no going back once I'd shared so many secrets with him at lunch, but giving my submission to him in person was a large step past that.

I watched for him as I left the office at the end of the day, but I didn't cross paths with him, and I was too nervous to wait around for him. I had the address to report to, so there was no reason he'd linger around to leave with me. Perhaps he was even trying to be discreet. I made my way to my car and plotted out my route on the GPS. It wasn't so far away that I needed to rush, but I was too on edge to just wait around. I decided on a stop at a corner store about halfway there to pick up a toothbrush and toothpaste, to freshen up, and a cup of tea to calm my nerves.

It turned out that Craig lived in a cute little house, perhaps one of the smaller ones on the street, but it was a nice and picturesque neighbourhood. I parked at the curb, took a deep breath, and made my way to the door, checking my watch to make sure I was on time before ringing the doorbell. It was one of these video-enabled doorbells, which made me feel observed and recorded.

Craig answered the door quickly, and I saw that he'd already changed from his work clothes into a pair of faded blue jeans that fit him snugly, and a white t-shirt that was even tighter. His fitness was even more obvious in these clothes.

"Come on in," he said.

"Thank you," I answered, and followed him inside.

Everything inside was modern and stylish, clean and minimalist without feeling the least bit cold or empty. It felt very high-design and richly masculine.

"Would you like anything to drink?" he asked.

"Only if you're having something."

"Why don't I get us a beer," he said.

He walked over into an open kitchen and pulled a couple of european-looking bottles of beer out of the fridge. He opened them and returned to me, still standing nervously.

"Cheers," he said, and we clinked the bottles together.

The beer tasted crisp and clean and was refreshingly cold.

"It's been a while since I've had anything this close to a booty call," he smiled. "I think I understand that you're a bottom -- submissive as well?"

"Yes, I am," I answered.

"Is it going to make you relax a bit if I take charge?"

"I think it would, yes."

"I can do that. I want you to feel a little less obviously panicked, honey," he smiled. "Let's start by having you look a little less like you're still at work. Take off your jacket and tie, and open up a couple buttons on that shirt."

I took a deep breath, felt a heartbeat or two pass, then obeyed. As soon as I loosened the collar of my shirt, the collar was visible and immediately noticed.

"Oh, what is this?" he cooed, stepping close.

"It is my collar. My wife gave it to me as a symbol that I was hers."

"And you can't take it off, can you?"

"No, I can't."

"That's hot. Stand still. I'm going to open your shirt a bit more."

I stood there, trying to breathe normally, as his well-manicured fingers began to unbutton my shirt.

"What is this?" he laughed, and tugged my shirt wide open, untucking it and completely baring my chest.

"My wife had my nipples pierced," I said, stating the obvious.

"She really is taking control. I love that. I'm going to guess that she doesn't let you just call her by name anymore?"

"That's right. She has me call her 'Mistress' now."

"That makes sense. I think you should refer to her that way here too," he instructed. "Has she marked you in other ways too?"

"Yes, Mistress has had me tattooed, and I guess you could also say that she marks me by the way she makes me dress."

"I want to see it," he said. "Why don't you strip out of everything except for what she has insisted you wear."

My heart was pounding and my face was warm, even though I'd been expecting this moment in fear since he'd confirmed. I felt my fingers tingling as I began to undress. He stood back, watching and smiling as my hidden lingerie was revealed, but he didn't comment at all until I was standing there, in the middle of his living room, wearing nothing but panties and stockings, plugged and caged and collared.

"Oh boy, if the folks at the office could see you now," he said. "I think most people imagine you've got a very normal and ordinary life at home, maybe even a bit boring. Those who've been around a while know that you've got a smoke show of a wife at home, and some even wonder how you got her to marry you. I've always thought you were handsome, however, in that Daddy teddy bear kind of way."

"Thank you," I said, though it felt silly to say in that moment.