Reclaiming His Balls
Part 4 of 9
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Everything has changed for Ted and Michelle. Now, they need to find a way to move on from her affair. In Part Four of 'Reclaiming His Balls,' Ted has the good fortune of meeting a woman who appreciates him more than his wife ever did.
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Like most healthy men his age, Ted always woke with an erection. It seemed unusually sensitive on the morning after he had sex with Michelle. He liked the way it felt when he touched it. Michelle was still asleep, but he took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. He worked her hand up and down. Soon she woke, realized what was happening, and then took over the job of jacking Ted off.
He enjoyed this handjob for a while, then decided it wasn't enough.
"Suck my cock,"
he whispered.
Michelle knew better than to argue. Although she was still half asleep, she sucked his cock into her mouth, discovering that it still tasted like her pussy. That was to be expected; they'd had sex the night before. She realized that Ted's demanding actions were rude, but they were also bold. It turned her on to suck the cock of a man who was suddenly assertive and demanding.
Ted loved how it felt. He held Michelle's head down as he began to climax, making sure she couldn't stop until he was finished. But that action wasn't necessary. Michelle didn't want to get away. She wanted to suck his cum from his balls and swallow every drop. Michelle understood that Ted saw her as responsible for taking care of his cock, and she liked the way that made her feel.
He throbbed as he filled her mouth over and over. Michelle kept sucking and swallowing until his cock got limp. He finally pulled her head away, then got out of bed. Michelle wished he'd let her have a climax, but she realized she shouldn't expect that anymore. She took comfort in the knowledge that she'd surely cum when he fucked her that night.
"I'm going to leave early so I can go to the gym before work," he said. Ted got dressed in his workout clothes. He put office clothes in his gym bag, then told Michelle he was leaving. There was no kiss, no hug, no words like "I love you." Those gestures stopped while Michelle was having her affair, and there was no reason to believe they'd ever resume.
He went to the gym in his shiny new Porsche, enjoying how it felt to drive a high-performance car. He particularly enjoyed the fact that he'd gotten it for $1 from the asshole who'd carried on with Michelle.
He went to the exercise room and began lifting the heaviest free weights he could manage. A fitness trainer once encouraged him to use visualization during his workouts. The idea was to imagine that if he could manage just one extra rep, he'd get some big reward, like a winning lottery ticket.
Ted imagined that lifting more weight would let him tattoo the letter "A" on Michelle's forehead. The imagery worked. Ted had his best workout ever.
During the session, he ruminated over the fact that he still had big problems. He was angry. Jealous. He felt emasculated. He needed to do what he could to purge himself of those toxic feelings. He came up with two ideas he thought were worth trying,
The first involved a plan to torment Dr. Brianson. During the months of useless therapy, Ted noticed there was a coffee shop located directly across the street from the building where the therapist had his office. Starting that day, Ted had his morning coffee at that particular shop, parking the pretty green Porsche in a space where it could be seen by everyone going in or out of Brianson's building.
He imagined that the therapist's partners would wonder why Dr. Brianson didn't have a Porsche any longer. Seeing that someone else was parking that car across the street each morning would add to the mystery in a way that Ted hoped would cause embarrassment. The act was petty and vindictive. That's what Ted liked about it.
It wasn't as easy finding a way to vent his anger with Michelle. He'd already chained her to a virtual leash and promised to ruin her life if she didn't do as she was told. But he needed other ways to get rid himself of frustrations.
What he decided to do involved the trove of nude selfies he'd found on her cell phone. She'd sent them to Dr. Brianson, but Ted thought they deserved a larger audience. He took the most explicit images, and then pixilated the areas showing Michelle's face. He posted her photos on amateur porn sites, knowing that thousands of men would use Michelle's naked selfies to masturbate. He enjoyed reading the comments of anonymous viewers who described what they'd like to do to Michelle.
Ted liked imagining what Michelle would think if he ever showed her the images he shared across the web. It was something he might do if she didn't behave. If that ever happened, he might threaten to post versions that showed her face.
It wouldn't be so easy to take care of Ted's biggest problem. Michelle's betrayal left him feeling emasculated. What she'd done was the metaphorical equivalent of turning a stallion into a gelding. He needed to find a way to get his balls back, and Ted knew this meant he had to find some fresh pussy. It was the only thing that would cure him of the feeling he'd been castrated.
Ted looked online for information about escorts. He didn't like the idea of paying for sex, and he doubted that he'd get much satisfaction from sex with a professional. He also looked at websites featuring young women looking for sugar daddies, offering to have a sexual relationship in return for money.
That idea felt more promising, and some of the women available looked very cute. But what Ted needed was a real relationship with a real woman who liked and respected him. He needed a mistress, and he had no idea how to find one.
It turned out that she found him.
The newest engineer hired by Ted's firm was a perky young woman named Florence "Sassy" Collins. She was named after a great-grandmother, and she didn't like the name because it was so old-fashioned. A friend nicknamed her "Sassy" and that name stuck.
Sassy was very pleased when Ted hired her. She was born and raised in New Haven, and working for Ted let her move back to the town she'd always called home. Being a civil engineer at a private firm paid better than working for a government agency, and she liked the other people who worked at the busy, growing office.
She particularly liked her boss, Ted.
Sassy had plenty of reasons to be attracted to Ted. She was a Daddy's girl who'd always been drawn to older men. She'd never acted on those urges, only dating men her own age. She'd been with several nice guys, and her college boyfriend was a particularly good companion.
But Sassy never felt much chemistry with the young men she dated. She tried everything she could think of to make her sexual relationships hotter, but nothing worked. She felt discouraged about her failure to cultivate a lasting relationship with men she recognized were perfectly nice guys who simply failed to inspire her passion.
Her girlfriends didn't have this problem.
Then she met Ted. Sassy loved older, muscular men, and she saw Ted as a perfect physical specimen. He had a clean-shaven, well-groomed look she adored, and he was in such good condition that he seemed to radiate energy. She liked the way he looked in slacks, dress shirts, and a tie. She loved the sound of his voice, which conveyed the impression that Ted was confident and compassionate.
Although Ted's personal life was a mess, he was the master of his destiny at work, where everyone felt respect and loyalty for him. At his office, Ted was an Alpha. That never failed to make Sassy's heart go pitter-pat.
But he had a wife, and Sassy had no interest in destroying a marriage. She couldn't resist flirting with Ted, and she loved it when he flirted back. But she never went further, just doing her job during the day and checking online dating sites at night. Someday, she hoped, she'd find a man hidden among all the profiles of boys.
On the morning after Ted's confrontation with Michelle, Sassy noticed that he showed up at work without his wedding ring. She knew that he might have simply forgotten to put it on, but she immediately suspected there might be a reason his ring was gone. Ted was too disciplined and organized to absent-mindedly leave his ring at home.
When he came to work the next day without his ring, Sassy found herself thinking this meant he was available for a relationship. She felt ashamed about hoping Ted's marriage was in trouble, but she couldn't help it. She also couldn't help finding more opportunities to flirt, and she couldn't help feeling glad that Ted made more effort to flirt back.
Weeks went by, and Sassy found herself continually wondering about the significance of the disappearance of Ted's ring. She continued to flirt, and the temperature seemed to climb every time they were in the same place at the same time.
One day she went back to the room where the workers ate their lunch, and she found Ted eating alone. She walked up to his table and said "Is this seat taken?"
Ted was always happy to see Sassy. She seemed to be paying more attention to him, and he liked it. Sassy was very cute and sexy in a girl-next-door kind of way. He'd begun to wonder what she looked like naked. He imagined that she looked like a model who'd stepped out of the pages of a men's magazine.
"I believe that chair is reserved for Sassy Collins," Ted said.
They began to chat, and although Sassy tried to get him to talk about his personal life, Ted kept the conversation focused on work. Work was the only topic he felt good about, and he was determined not to complain about his wife to anyone, especially other women.
Only two friends knew about the troubles in Ted's marriage. The trio had known each other since college, and the two others were the first engineers Ted hired when he started his own company.
"Ted, I've wanted to mention something for a while," Sassy said. "I'm impressed by your dedication to fitness. You must spend a lot of time at the gym. It's very noticeable."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Ted said. "In my experience, every part of my life is easier and more satisfying if I'm healthy. I'm not doing it to look good in a swimming suit."
Sassy jumped on the opportunity to flirt. "Yeah, but I'll bet you'd look great in a Speedo," she said.
Ted couldn't help but enjoy it when Sassy said things like that. "I imagine that you'd look pretty good in a swimsuit yourself," he said.
