The rest of that first weekend went by as you'd expect. Lots of sex lots of talking. In fact, we ended up having so much sex that I had to send Sherry back to her dorm so she could get some studying done. Carly came back the next weekend and we enjoyed some time just the two of us. I wanted to bond with Carly as much as possible to find out exactly where this relationship was going. We spent nearly the whole weekend naked (or her wearing sexy underwear), teasing and flirting and fucking. By Sunday, we'd actually managed to fully exhaust ourselves and instead chose to lay on the couch and play some more 'League of Smiting Ancients'. I think she was starting to relax and enjoy showing off how good she was.
"Colonel Mizzix is terrible in this matchup," she said as she killed the stocky soldier for a fourth time in nearly as many minutes. We went back to our tower to buy. "Let's hide here and kill them again when they show back up. It'll leave them super tilted."
"Okay. Do I buy a Blazing Spear or an Emerald Chalice?"
"You need the Emerald Chalice first otherwise you'll have energy problems. But after we get this kill, you can probably buy the Spear outright."
It was fun to have a girlfriend that was not only into this but, if anything, might have been into it more than me. It obviously helped that this was HER game and she'd been on the ground floor of making it but that did nothing to take away from her enthusiasm. Sure enough, the other two players walked back exactly where she predicted them to and we killed them again. They were so far behind that we took three camps and then started to roam. The other team surrendered five minutes later. So far, we'd won every game we played and only one had gone past twenty minutes. I kind of didn't want to play without her because I knew, in my head, that I'd already probably outranked my actual skill. Plus, playing with Carly was super fun.
Unfortunately, her plane was leaving soon and we'd be apart for another week. I was bummed out pretty hard by that but I knew it was the short term reality. "Have you given any more thought to moving to the City?"
"Why does everyone who lives in New York call it that? The City? Boston is a pretty big city too you know."
"I don't know... it's actually more of a New Jersey thing. People that live across the bay call it that. I've just picked it up cause I work with a bunch of them. For all I know, they're mocking us." I smiled at Carly and she returned it with a beautiful toothy grin.
"I don't know, Jay... Master," I knew calling me Jay was her way of letting me know that she was talking seriously. "I've been thinking of moving out of Boston for awhile. The big city life is wearing on me. I think my quality of life would be a lot better somewhere less... busy." She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked away, afraid of what I was going to say.
"Carly... " I said and she turned back. I flicked between her eyes, trying to figure out what I was seeing. Fear? Apprehension? Sadness? "I'm not overly attached to NYC... It's just what's been home for me for five years. And the company's been really good to me."
"Say you could live anywhere. Anywhere at all. Don't think about money or a job. Where would you want to live?"
"The Keys. Easy," I said without hesitation. Carly's eyes lit up.
"Really? Oh I love it. That would be amazing!"
"Yeah but... I don't have the money yet to just up and leave. And together we probably could do it... but it's not like we'd find good jobs down there. I've got some savings but not enough to just say 'fuck it' to work."
"Jay, I'm the lead developer on a ridiculous hit of a game. I have options."
"Stock or life?" I asked with a smile.
"Both, I guess," she said with a giggle. "I think, between the two of us, we could buy a house anywhere we want and have enough to comfortably live off as long as we took ANY job... anything we wanted. Hell, I could do contract work online. And you wanted to write, didn't you?"
I ran my fingers through my hair, unsure of really what to think. "It's a lot. But it sure does sound like a good plan. I need to think about it."
"I know. And I'll wait for you to make a decision and no decision you make is going to change things between us. I love this and don't want to to ANYTHING you're uncomfortable with. I just want whatever we do to have the best chance possible for us."
"Isn't that usually the line that guys give girls?"
"Yeah, but it's usually about getting them to give up their ass. And you already got that so you're done being nice like that to me, right?"
"Damn straight, slut," I said as I reached over and yanked her face forward across my lap before spanking her tight little ass several times while she squirmed sweetly. "I wish I had time to properly fuck you."
"I'll get a later plane flight, Master," she offered, wiggly her butt at me enticingly.
"No. I don't want you getting home stupidly late or chancing missing a flight. I'm seriously going to miss you, babe."
"I know, Master. I... " she trailed off.
"Still not ready to tell me?"
"No, Master."
"Still committed to tell me if I ask?"
She looked away and paused, longer than the first time I'd asked her that. When she looked back at me I saw fear and love and complete devotion. "I will always tell you the truth, Master. No matter how scared I am."
"Good girl," I said and leaned in for a tender kiss, "Tell me when you're ready." I said and she simply nodded, looking away.
We gathered her things went to the airport, trying to squeeze every moment out of it that I could. Our hands were held in silence the whole way there, both of us thinking about different things. Or maybe the same thing. That's the nature of those intimate silences. You just never know.
After I watched her leave, I simply wanted to crawl into bed and sleep until next weekend. Was this depression? Loneliness? I just felt empty. And sad. I'd never had a girlfriend like Carly. In lots of ways, not just the sexy stuff. I was absolutely certain that she was who I wanted to be with.
Monday I was back to work, trying to take my mind off Carly when I saw Dave walk by. He'd been on a job site all last week so I hadn't had a chance to talk to him. "Hey, Dave. Come in here man."
He shuffled in and softly asked, "What's up?"
"Not much. I just saw Madison last weekend and she wanted me to talk to you about things. Explain em and what not."
He nodded his head, "She already told me. So I'm good."
"She told you about Carly and Sherry? What'd she say?"
"Carly and Sherry? Who are they."
I furrowed my brow, unsure of what was happening. "What did Madison say to you?"
"Do we have to talk about this here?" he asked as he looked around nervously.
"No... no of course not. Let's do lunch?"
"Sure... 11:30?"
"Yeah, I'll come by your office and we'll figure out where to go."
"Wherever you want, man," he said as he turned and left my office. I was confused but I understood his reluctance to talk about swinging with his smokin' hot wife while at the office. I went back to working on some accounts and finished up a couple small project reports before lunch rolled around. Grabbing my coat, I went down the hall and knocked on David's door. "I'm ready."
"You figure out a place to eat?" he asked, looking up from his spreadsheets.
"I'm good with that taco place down the street," I said as he stood up stiffly.
"Sounds good," he said. We walked in complete, awkward silence out of the office and down the elevator. Dave didn't say anything to me at all until we got to the restaurant and sat down. "So who are Sherry and Carly?"
"Carly's my girlfriend and Sherry's her sister. They're the girls I was shopping for with Madison at the store."
"Oh. Madison didn't really mention them," he said looking a little embarrassed.
"I don't understand. Who did you think we were swapping with?"
"Swapping?" he asked with genuine amusement. "Is that what you think Madison wants?" Oh Madison's gonna love that."
"What? No man, I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought... shit... please don't tell Madison. Just forget it, Dave. I had no intention of..."
"Nono... you've got it wrong. She's going to fuck you. She already told me. But no way is she letting me fuck someone. I like watching her with... you know... "
Realization dawned on me, "You're a cuckold?" I said a little too loudly. "You're a cuckold?" I said again whispering. Dave just nodded.
"Dude, I didn't realize. So all those times Madison flirted with me were totally for real?"
"She's been wanting to bang you for awhile, yeah," he said. Again, the embarrassment on his face evident.
It was my turn to laugh, "Oh that makes so much sense. Well you've got to meet Carly. She's just like you. She likes watching me. I already fucked one of our high school friends with her and her sister. And now it sounds like Madison too, huh?"
Dave swallowed and nodded, unable to form words. "Well that's cool man. And what do you like? Is it like you enjoy pimping her out? Or... is she the one in control."
Dave looked away. "It's all about her. I like how she torments me. And I like that she comes back to me."
"That's awesome man. Own it. Carly's been a lot happier since she got comfortable with her kinks."
Dave smiled at me, "Thanks. It's just... Well... this wasn't supposed to really overlap with work. That was kind of a rule. But Madison told me this was a rule she wanted to break years ago and... Seeing you with the girls this weekend. It got her thinking."
"So she's the boss, huh?" I said, intentionally needling him a little to see if that's what he wanted.
"Yeah. She's totally domineering in bed and out. That's what I love about her."
"We'll see. Tell her I'll be over Thursday night."
Dave just nodded. Apparently taking orders just came natural to him. I'd kind of noticed that about him. It's why he hadn't made partner at the firm. He worked hard, looked the part, had great ideas. He just didn't assert himself in meetings or in front of the clients. We were lucky to work for a company without a lot of internal politics. At a bigger company, someone would have stabbed him in the back or stolen all of his glory completely and he'd probably have spent the rest of his days as a lowly worker bee. At least here, he moved up the ranks a bit since people recognized his good qualities. He just didn't get as much credit as he probably deserved.
"Good, it's settled. Now, let's have lunch," I said with a smile. He relaxed visibly and I found myself really curious about the dynamic between him and Madison. It wasn't anything I was used to or, if I'm being honest, could even really understand. But he seemed to be happy, if somewhat nervous, about the arrangement and we didn't talk about it again that afternoon.
Later that night, I got a text from Madison though.
Madison to me: David said you talked to him. I'm so excited 😘ðŸ¤
Me: Me too. Though I didn't realize the situation with your husband...
Madison: He told me. It got me so hot that you made him explain it to you.
Me: How hot?
Madison: My little cucky husband is eating me right now.
She attached a picture of the top of Dave's head nestled between her legs
Me: Fuck that's hot. So you're the one who wears the pants in the family?
Madison: Fuck no. I'm far too slutty to wear pants. Lol.
Me: My kind of girl! 😈
Madison: I can't wait to ride that cock of yours.
Me: You'll have to earn it. I've been getting some good pussy lately.
