A Condo with Two Views (21 page)

I
did wonder if it was about money, but that theory started losing
steam. Even if he had lost two or three grand, he’d eventually let
it go. It was something deeper. I bet he got in some sort of
argument with Benito.

We went for lunch, and later when I had a few minutes alone,
I phoned Lexi. We had finished my stripper-dance-move
indoctrination, and I wanted to see if she’d be willing to come see
my performance, and with any luck, join in. All the times that Lexi
and I were together there was no serious touching, but I was able
to establish that she was bi and single. She was actually quite
articulate and intelligent, and certainly not the cliché bimbo
stripper. I had a hunch that, if played properly, she might
actually have sex with us.
What a treat
for Jack!

Jack, for all his kinkiness, would never in a million years
cheat on me. We’re not like that. He shares me, but that’s
something we choose to do, together. He doesn’t fuck around behind
my back, and I’d never cheat on him.
No
way.
The big turn on for both of us is his
domination of me. We’re a bdsm couple. When he sends me to seduce
and fuck people, it’s an extension of his control and dominance
over me.

As my dominant, he could have easily arranged situations
where we brought other women into our bedroom. But see, that’s why
Jack was all about
our
love. He didn’t fuck chicks for the sake of fucking chicks.
He loved dominating me, and making me do twisted things, which was
exhilarating for both of us. That was our thing.

Jack found it erotic to share me, and he was a faithful
husband, so I wanted to reward him for this. Therefore, on very
rare instances, I figured I should bring home a babe for my husband
to enjoy. I’m like a kitten that catches a bird and drops it off on
the front stairs for its owner:
I’m
fucking all these people, so here’s my present for
you.

Sexi
Lexi was the perfect gift, so exotic, pretty as anything, and with
a smokin’ hot body. She had beautifully colored tattoos all over
her body, literally. Pierced nipples. She was sexy, slutty and
sultry all at once. When I initially asked her about coming to
watch me dance for Jack, she said yes, so I took that as a positive
sign. Why would she agree to come watch, if there wasn’t at least
an inkling that she might join in?

“
Will you wear the stewardess outfit?” she asked,
playfully.

I
giggled and told her yes. It was hidden away in my closet,
purchased from a sex store that Lexi had told me about called
Private Pleasures. The store had all kinds of fun kinky clothing,
so in addition to my stripper outfit, I picked out a few other
items.

I
put my hair up in a bun and lined my eyes in black pencil with a
touch of lip gloss. I slipped into a comfortable silk robe, with
only my bra and thong underneath. I wanted to wait for Lexi before
getting changed. I thought it would be fun for us to get ready in
my bedroom together while Jack sat in anticipation. My stomach did
an excitement-flip when I heard Lexi knock. Jack and I greeted her
together. No disappointment here. She was hot; all dolled up with
her make-up done to perfection: an exceptionally pretty blonde with
big blue eyes. Clothing wise, she opted for a silver slip dress,
with perhaps another top underneath, I wasn’t sure. She was taller
than usual, and then, I realized it was because of her five inch
strappy sling backs.

After our drinks, it was time to get ready. I took her hand,
and she willingly came into our bedroom to help me dress. Walking
over to my closet, I pulled out the flight attendant outfit.
Slipping my robe off, I quickly put on the blouse and a tight
pencil skirt. Lexi helped secure the little hat that matched the
outfit. As I was slipping on my high heels, I noticed her removing
her dress. She had on tight shorts that were cut very high up her
juicy ass and a snug crop top to match. I could see her nipple
piercings through the fabric.
Jack will
love her.

With butterflies in my stomach, we held hands and strutted
our stuff back into the living room. Jack immediately looked Lexi
up and down. Even
that
turned me on. He turned his gaze toward me. His eyes stopped
at my partially unbuttoned blouse, which showcased my tits nicely.
Yes, I could tell that he approved. One drink turned into two, and
then we were set.
Let the show
begin!

I
danced erotically for my man. At one point, I remember that I still
had that dumb hat on. I removed it and let my hair cascade over my
shoulders, just brushing the top of my nipples. Jack loved me like
this. At the right moment I invited Lexi to join me, and we three
got lost in each other. I watched as another woman kissed, sucked
and fucked my husband. And the pleasure was all mine.

At
the end of our lovemaking, with Jack having had two orgasms, and
Lexi and I having had too many to count, Lexi looked at Jack and
asked him a question: “She’s a submissive, isn’t she?”

“
Yes, she is,” he answered.

“
So, I guess if I ever want to borrow that
soft tongue of hers, I’ll be asking
you
, not her?”

“
That’s right,” Jack responded.

This
time both of them looked at me, and I could feel myself blushing
deeply. It was incredibly erotic for both of them to be discussing
me – my tongue no less – with me right there, obediently listening,
but not daring to speak. If I had not cum so many times only a
short time earlier, I might have cum right on the spot.

Lexi
kissed my cheek at the door. She spoke to me with a gentle
confidence, “Chloe, I’m really glad we met. You’re wonderful, and I
hope we stay friends. As far as your sub-side, well, I’ll discuss
that with Jack, but I’m sure someday I’ll get my claws on
you.”

“
I truly hope so too, Lexi,” I replied,
“...on both counts.”

Chapter 14. The Stairwell

Jack’s View:

It was a strange couple of weeks. I was
still on a high from my evening with Chloe and Lexi. I’d think
about it and get hard. The sex itself had formed a wonderful
memory. But also, it was just the knowledge that Lexi’s involvement
was a surprise gift from Chloe, arranged
for me
.

But then, like a nagging curse, Benito and
that ugly bet would sneak back into my head. I tried to act normal,
and I was pretty sure Chloe had no idea how unsettled I was.

I had asked Benito for extra time, and while
he wasn’t rushing me, I decided I might as well just get it over
with. I phoned him to book the date and time. I would portray it to
Chloe as just another assignment. I would tell her that I wanted
her to spend a few hours with Benito, and let him fuck her. As a
perfectly compliant submissive, there was no reason she’d say no.
It wasn’t past her limits. There was nothing dangerous about it. I
knew she didn’t like him, but as a good sub, that would not qualify
as reason enough to deny me. I was her Master. While she had every
right to use her safeword, so to speak, a sub should never use it
without valid reason. She would obey. I was confident she’d go
along.

After phoning Benito and making the
arrangement, I booked a trip for two to the Melia Puerto Vallarta
as a surprise for next month. It will be great to lie on the
Mexican beach with Chloe, indulge in tropical drinks, and go
snorkeling.

Maybe I was feeling guilty for what I was
about to make her do.
Maybe?
Yes, I was feeling guilt and regret
.
But for now, I had something I had to follow through on. As
Chloe and I sat having lunch on Saturday afternoon, I gathered my
fortitude and went for it.

“Who is your Master, Chloe?” I asked. I don’t
think she noticed that I did not have my usual confidence.

“You are of course, Sir.”

“I have an assignment for you this evening,”
I announced, blurting it out, “you will serve Benito.”

She laughed out loud, which annoyed me.

“I’m not kidding,” I said with a serious
tone, “this isn’t a joke Chloe; I’m sending you to serve
Benito.”

Hers eyes opened wide, and she looked at me
with a disturbed look on her face. She did not outright object, but
she did ask questions. She wanted to know if I was sure, if I had
thought this through. She expressed concern that it might affect my
business dealings with Benito. She did not mention her dislike of
him, but it was evident.

“As always, you have the right to refuse,” I
told her.

“I understand,” she confirmed, “but I will
obey, Master. I will go.”

It was settled. I had intentionally told her
on the same day that it would happen so that she didn’t have the
mental torture of having to wait for it. It was now mid-afternoon,
and I told Benito she would knock on his door at 7:00 o’clock.
Benito was staying in a fully furnished one-bedroom condo on the
third floor of our building. It was one of the display units that
the real estate agents would use for show. He’d be waiting for
Chloe there.

We didn’t speak much for the rest of the
afternoon. A few times I tried to make small conversation, and
while Chloe responded each time, our normal connection was somehow
out of kilter.

Time passed more slowly than normal.
Normally, she was giddy and fidgety and slightly nervous before an
appointment, but tonight she was aloof and distant. I walked her
all the way down to the elevator and kissed her there, telling her
I’d see her in a few hours. Then I went back to our condo while she
went down to the third floor.

Back in our unit, I couldn’t escape that
uneasy feeling. This was so different from the other times. I
remember when she went to meet Canace and Shanyn; I was so aroused
that I was ready to explode. Or when she was down there with Mike,
I was rock hard. Not this time. I just wanted it to be over. I just
wanted her back home.

I paced the floor. I tried to watch TV, tried
to surf the internet, and tried to read. All were useless. I had a
beer but didn’t finish it. I stared at the clock.

Somehow, agonizing second by second, one
hour and forty-three minutes passed. Then I heard the door open.
She was back even earlier than I expected.
Great!!

When the door opened, Chloe had a bizarre
look on her face that I’d never seen before.

I swallowed hard.

Chloe’s View:

With so many plans on so many weekends, it
was nice to finally have a weekend without obligations. Jack and I
were having a relaxing day. We were having lunch at small café on
Market Street, and I was just about to suggest we go to the movies
that night when Jack asked me a leading question.

“Who is your Master, Chloe?” he asked me.

I instantly knew where this was headed.
Unbeknownst to me, Jack had an assignment ready.
No wonder he hadn’t
made plans for tonight.
A rush of excitement shot through my body – except, there
was something slightly off. Jack’s voice did not have its usual
confidence. He had that tone that I remember from immature wanna-be
Doms, back in the days when I was single. His Dom tone was there,
but it was wobbly and hesitant. I pretended not to
notice.

Then he told me the assignment was with,
of all people, Benito!! At first, I laughed.
Surely this is a joke.
My heart sank when I realized
this was no joke. I was dismayed; Jack knew I wasn’t fond of
Benito.
What
the fuck honey, really?
I couldn’t help but ask a few questions, which I did, but
he seemed set on his plans. I did not have adequate grounds on
which to refuse.
Benito?
I
groaned.

For the next few hours, I couldn’t help but
try to understand Jack’s motivations. We had always agreed we would
keep our kinky games separate from our close friends. Benito was
more of a business associate, but still, he was too close to our
inner circle. It seemed like such an out-of-character move on
Jack’s part. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. Anytime I
thought of Benito inside me, I cringed.

Nevertheless, I got ready, picking out a
simple black dress that I had in the back of my closet. I took a
glance at myself in the bathroom mirror.
I looked attractive in this dress.
But hell, maybe after tonight I’ll burn it.
I needed to change my attitude if I was
going to get through this.
Chin up Chloe
.
This is for Jack
. I will have to remember that tonight. Jack walked me down
to the elevator and reminded me of the suite number, ‘308’. We
kissed, and down I went. I knocked with trepidation.

Benito answered and welcomed me in. He
seemed nervous, which almost made me giggle. I think he was
actually shy about the whole thing. He had a bottle of Dom Perignon
on ice and soft music playing. If I didn’t know any better, this
seemed more like a first date than a kinky fuck session. Funny, as
arrogant and bossy as Benito was outside the bedroom, I realized in
that moment that inside the bedroom, he was no Dom.
Ah
ha
, I realized: I could
top this guy from below.

Benito poured us some of the champagne, and I
walked right up to him and put my arms up around his neck. He was
taken aback by my forwardness. I just figured why make this a four
hour affair, when I could probably get out of there in an hour.