A Condo with Two Views (4 page)

I glanced in the side mirror, a large
pick-up truck was fast approaching, and with it being at a higher
level, they would be able to see down into our car and gaze down on
me. To add salt to the wound, a red light approached. Fuck, I was
so embarrassed being so turned on. Jack knew exactly what he was
doing. Our car stopped. Deliberately I spread my legs a little
further, then switched hands and started to suck. I was Jack’s
little whore. I quickly glanced up at the driver in the truck. The
guy was smiling looking down into our car. I kept sucking on my
finger and rubbing my clit as I was being watched. Just then, Jack
reached over and turned on the inside car light.
Oh fuck!
The traffic light seemed to
take forever to change. I was the late night show for the man in
the truck beside us. The car light seemed to put a spot light on my
pulsing vagina which was arched up for his viewing pleasure. The
driver actually beeped several times. Nervously, I didn’t know
where to look. I felt myself tremble. Strangely, I almost came
right on the spot. I was so humiliated, and it was almost pushing
me over the edge. As I glanced over at Jack’s crotch, his
protruding bulge told me he and his cock loved the drive home
too.

As we approached a busier part of the
city, thankfully, my Master told me I was now allowed to cum. I
sucked my fingers and circled my clit, shutting my eyes. It felt so
good. I pressed on the flesh around my clit in a slow controlled
circular motion. One more dip of my finger down to bring more
wetness, spreading it around, and then I was lost in my own
pleasure as I climbed higher and higher. Oh God, my body convulsed
as my intense orgasm brought me incredible pleasure. My legs
pressed against the dashboard as my pussy juice dripped onto my
dress.

I placed my feet back on the ground and
straightened my dress. I reached for my purse to put my panties
back on, but Jack insisted I leave them off. Jack took his right
hand, clasping mine as he brought it to his lips and kissed the
back of my hand. He sniffed my fingers as he drove us home safely.
I was deliriously happy the rest of the way home. I still had a
glow from the drinking. I was madly in love. I made my husband and
my Dom happy. We were heading to our matrimonial home, and my pussy
had just been pleasured. Life was perfect. Jack pulled into our
parking spot and adjusted his own seat. I looked at him with my
puppy dog eyes.
Please, oh please let me straddle you right now and fuck
you with my soaked warm pussy. It’s yours; it’s yours, dear husband
of mine.
I didn’t say a
word, but he knew what I was thinking.

Jack had other plans for me. He unzipped
his pants, freed his cock, grabbed the back of my head and guided
me and my lips towards his throbbing member. He moved my face
towards his balls where I was able to smell his scent before I
started to lick and kiss. He loved it, and I loved bringing him
pleasure. His scrotum was tight.
This will not take long
. Sliding my tongue up along his shaft and
lovingly over the head of his penis, I could already taste his
pre-cum. I stuck my tongue into the tiny entrance of his penis. A
second later I was groaning with a mouthful of cock. It wasn’t
comfortable with the gear shift jabbing into my abdomen, but I
didn’t care. Jack was rock hard as he held the back of my head,
pulling on my hair as I sucked on his cock like a good little
whore, working my mouth and hand in unison. He was so swollen and
hard, barely fitting into my mouth. He then gushed his load into my
thirsty mouth as I drank his cum greedily down deep into my belly.
Every swallow was my reward.

Licking my lips, I pulled myself off of
his cock and quickly looked at it to make sure I didn’t leave any
sperm. All was well, I had sucked him dry. We adjusted our
clothing, and Jack came around to my side of the car and opened the
door for me. He would do that on occasion. I guess this was a good
occasion. With outstretched hand, he helped me out of the car. I
was tired, time for bed. With a loving hug and a quick tender
caress of my ass, placing his hand on the small of my back, Jack
led us to the elevator. We were brought up into the lobby, and Jack
decided to check our mail. Turning the corner, we stumbled across
the building custodian in the lobby. He was working at night, as a
courtesy for the residents. I felt sorry for him. Poor guy, Mike
was his name, on his hands and knees, scrubbing the new floor
tiles. He glanced up at me, and I gave him a warm smile.

We
retrieved our mail and headed back to the elevator. We
stepped inside; and I curled into my husband. Jack held me in place
with his strong body. Then he leaned in and whispered, “Ready for
your first assignment, Chloe?”

When Jack asked for my hand in marriage,
we also discussed very openly the idea that I would
a
lso be his collared
submissive. These were two very different things. Being his wife
meant that we vowed undying love for each other, until the end of
our days. We truly believed in our marriage. Whereas being his
submissive was unadulterated sexual pleasure. We took it seriously,
but it was icing on the cake. He would dominate me fully, and I
would submit fully. We loved it that way. He made it very clear
that, as his submissive, I was allowed to express my hard limits,
which he would unconditionally respect. We also agreed to my
safeword: Texas. I could use this word to stop any pain play, or in
fact, any scene.

Jack and I seemed to be in simpatico on
all things bdsm. Many of my hard limits were limits of his as well.
For example, he would never do anything to permanently scar my
body. Most of our discussions centered on ‘sharing’. Jack found the
idea of sharing me incredibly erotic. And I must admit, whenever I
thought about it, my pussy turned into a running faucet. His big
concern was, that by sharing me, I might question the depth of his
love for me. My big concern was, by
being
shared, he might lose respect for me, knowing other men and
women use me. We both alleviated each other’s concerns. As his
owned sub, it was thrilling and exhilarating to imagine myself
given out for others to use. He owned me. He loved me. He wanted to
share me. I was totally devoted, both as his wife and as his
submissive.

My knees went weak.
Breathe, Chloe, breathe.
My head was spinning, but I
gathered my composure and told him I was ready. He asked again, and
I reassured him I was entirely onside, without
reservation.

My Master told me my first assignment was
to suck the cock of the custodian, so he could fuck me afterward.
That’s right; he told me he wanted to fuck me, before the end of
the month, with the caretaker’s cum in my tummy!
The building
custodian? Are you fucking kidding me? Of all people, the guy who
fixes the toilets in the building?!?

The next day I strategized the best way to
do this. I had to be careful not to raise suspicions in my target.
I didn’t want Mike to think I was setting him up. I couldn’t
ver
y well walk up to him
and say ‘Hey mind if I suck your dick?’ This had to look honest and
real. I had to portray myself a slutty little thing who liked to
suck some cock on the side. Well, part of that was true. I giggled
to myself.

That night we were home watching a movie.
It was time to put my plan into action, and at least get things
started. I dressed up in a slightly slutty, slightly sloppy way
with a tight skirt and equally tight tank top. No bra added to the
effect. My nipples were poking through the thin fabric. I did not
tell Jack any more than I had to, knowing it would be more fun this
way. He gave me free reign to do what I had to do. I took the
elevator down just after midnight, hoping I’d find Mike continuing
to do his work. Bingo! There he was. I pretended to be
tipsy.

“Working hard, or hardly working?” I asked
him, slurring my words a little.

“
Almost finished. Tonight will hopefully be
my last night,” he replied. I realized he did not understand my bad
joke or maybe he was distracted by my breasts. Hopefully the
latter, I thought.

“
Awww…you’re a good man. Good worker too!”
I said before continuing past him to the mail room, where I
pretended to check our mail slot.

I walked past him again, returning to the
elevator where I pressed the button. Carefully I glanced all
around, to ensure no one else was anywhere in sight. Then I called
his name, and when he looked up, I slowly pulled my tank top straps
down my arms and my tits popped out. He looked on in total shock.
He had full view of my tits as I placed my hands underneath each
breasts effectively cupping them, rubbing my pert nipples with my
thumbs. He dropped his scrub brush, and his jaw dropped
too.

I squeezed and jiggled my tits at him and
said, “I wanted to give you a treat, since you work so hard.”

The elevator door opened, and I jumped
inside. On the way up I could feel my face blushing deeply. I could
also feel my pussy tingling with need. There was no denying that
this crazy assignment was arousing me.

The next day I kept my eyes peeled for
Mike all day but had no luck. At least I found out where his unit
was. The security guard told me it was at the very end of the
hallway on the second floor. Mike lived right in the building to
ensure he was immediately available for building emergencies.
Benito had given him a bachelor unit as part of his compensation.
On Monday after work, I mustered up my courage and knocked on his
unit door.

When he answered, I spoke right away, “I
want to say I’m sorry for how I acted the other night. What I did
was inappropriate.”

This time it was Mike who was blushing, “It’s
okay,” he replied.

“I was drunk, and well…I just want to make
sure you won’t tell my husband?”

Mike reassured me he had no intention of
telling anyone.

“Sometimes I’m a bad girl, and I do bad
things behind my husband’s back,” I said. I couldn’t believe the
words coming out of my mouth. Even though I had rehearsed them, I
was cringing with shame to actually have to say these things. Then
I leaned in and kissed Mike on the cheek. I wanted it to come
across as a friendship kiss, a harmless kiss. Yet one more step
toward gaining his trust.

Two days after that apartment meeting, I
made small talk with him outside the building, flirting more
aggressively. I asked him for his cell phone number, ‘in case of
emergency,’ I said. I think he knew my ploy.

A few more days passed, with more
flirting. I called him ‘strong and handsome’ one day. If no one was
around, I kissed him on the cheek, or I rubbed his arm. Then I got
lucky one morning. Leaving for work, I was alone in the elevator.
Jack had an early morning meeting, so he had already left. The
elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and Mike got on carrying a big
tool box. He must have been repairing something. We both said an
awkward hello, with both of us surprised and flustered. The
elevator was moving again. If I was going to take advantage of this
moment, I had to act fast. With no time to second guess myself, I
kissed him full on the mouth. To my great relief he kissed me back,
even sneaking his tongue into my mouth. Just as the elevator slowed
to signify arrival on the lobby level, we broke apart, pretending
nothing happened. As the doors opened, no one was there, but we had
both played it safe.

“To be continued…” I said as we parted
ways.

Later that day I texted him: ‘I want to suck
your cock.’

His reply was all I needed to hear:
‘When?’

I arranged it for an evening that I knew
would work well for Jack and me. We were having dinner, and I
surprised him with the news that tonight would be the night. I had
set up a one-hour rendezvous in Mike’s condo, knowing that would
give me enough time to drain a good load out of our trusty
caretaker. With Jack’s blessing, I ventured down there.

Mike greeted me at the door. He was
freshly showered and cleanly shaven – which was quite rare for him.
He had even poured us a glass of wine. We made small talk and then
I crawled toward him and started to unzip his pants. I pulled out a
thick, fat uncircumcised cock. I kissed the very tip of it. Then I
poked at it with my tongue. He started to reach for my blouse, but
I stopped him.

“Mouth only,” I told him. My tone was firm,
and he didn’t push it. I knew I would be taking the lead with
this.

I sucked on his cock while I cradled his
heavy balls. Then I felt sorry that I didn’t let him see and play
with my tits. After all, he saw them already in the lobby. I
stopped and unbuttoned my blouse slowly, pretending that I was
seducing him. I pulled my bra cups down under my breasts. He was so
turned on; I could tell he was a breast man. He immediately started
to clumsily play with them. It was actually irritating my
nipples.
Ok
Chloe, take one for the team
.

I bent forward, grabbed his cock with my
hand and lowered my mouth onto it. Up and down, I barely sucked. It
didn’t take long before he dumped his seed into my mouth. There was
a lot of it. I lapped it up. Who knows when he saw action last? We
then sat and exchanged small talk; I actually think he was in
shock. I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I stayed for about ten
minutes more as he finished the wine. His load was now floating
around in the bottom of my belly.

It was time to return to my husband. At
the doorway, I gave Mike a huge hug and said something about this
being a once in a lifetime fantasy. To my surprise and joy, he
seemed to be in acceptance of that.