A Condo with Two Views (6 page)

“Now suck my cock and show me how sorry you
are.”

Chloe
devoured my cock. My first orgasm came less than a minute
into the blowjob. I was so horny from all the anticipation that I
exploded into her mouth in no time at all. Intuitively Chloe knew
my pleasure wasn’t over for the night, and while my cock regained
its energy, she lapped at it softly with her warm tongue. I looked
down at her pink tongue as it darted around my shaft and balls. I
imagined that less than an hour earlier that same pink tongue was
darting in and out of the cleft of a warm wet vagina. I imagined
Canace moaning and clenching her fingers tightly as Chloe’s tongue
circled her clit. Soon I was rock hard again, and Chloe took my
whole head inside her mouth. It wasn’t long before she swallowed my
second load, and I was now satisfied enough to call it a
night.

We slept soundly. The two orgasms I had
inside Chloe’s mouth, and the three she had earlier in the evening,
helping us drift off peacefully.

In the morning, being a Saturday, we
enjoyed a nice leisurely coffee. I was about to ask Chloe if she
had anything in particular she wanted to do today, when I noticed
she was getting her workout clothes ready. I’d almost forgotten
that Canace and Shanyn exercise at 10:00, and I figured Chloe was
going down there so that her sudden absence didn’t look
peculiar.

“Are you going down there so they don’t get
suspicious?” I asked.

“Nope,” she answered, quite confidently.
“I’m going down there because the end of the month isn’t here yet,
and I’m not giving up.”

I almost chuckled out loud, but then I
realized Chloe was serious. God bless my girl. Somehow she was
going to try to get Shanyn’s cunt juice on her face yet, knowing
there were still a few days remaining.

I couldn’t imagine she’d be successful.
How could she be? Even if all three of them had sex again, Shanyn
just wasn’t into oral. Nevertheless, I admired Chloe’s
determination.

In the ensuing days, Chloe somehow managed
to arrange another visit to the girl’s condo, this time on July
31
^st
, the
very last day of the month. Yet again, I tried to kill time all
evening long, eager for her return. Finally, just before midnight
she was back. This time, I greeted her at the door.

As I approached my girl, she blushed. I
kissed her cheek. That unmistakable scent was there.
Pussy.

“Well, is that one pussy I smell on your
face, or two?”

“
One, Master. Canace’s. I licked her to
three orgasms.”

“No luck with Shanyn?”

“
Um, I had a plan, Sir.” I liked when she
addressed me as Sir. Even though I was her husband, and her Master,
calling me that felt respectful and proper in the right
circumstances.

Chloe
continued, “Just like the first time, we all undressed
together. And just like the first time, Shanyn’s thong was very wet
indeed when she discarded it on the floor. I made sure to lay my
jeans over it. Afterward, when I grabbed my clothes, I stole
something.”

Chloe
looked downward, and with her thumb and forefinger, reached
into the pocket of her tight jeans. Soon a tiny bit of white
material appeared. It was a thong. Chloe tugged on it, and as the
cotton material stretched, it slipped slowly from her pants.
Finally, it slipped completely from her pocket.

I was in awe of her genius.

She held the soiled fabric up for both of
us to see; then rolled it around in her fingers until the little
triangular crotch area was exposed. The thong was wet there, quite
wet. As she held it up a little higher, we both caught a whiff of
musky pussy.

Next, she looked deep into my eyes and
brought the underwear up to her face. She smeared the wetness onto
her nose, along the bridge and down both sides. She wiped the wet
crotch of the panties across her cheeks and along her
forehead.

My submissive was wiping another woman’s
pussy juices all over her own face.

I repeated the very words of my
instructions from a month earlier, “Before the end of this month, I
want to fuck you in our bed, with the smell of both of their
pussies on your face.”

“Does this qualify as success, Master?”

“Of course it does my darling,” I reassured
her.

I swept Chloe up in my arms and carried my
precious angel into our bed. I used bondage to secure her in place,
so I could practically devour her. The entire time that I fucked
her, I kissed her. Sweet passionate kisses. I’d kiss her mouth and
lick her chin, tasting and smelling Canace. Then I’d move my face
higher and press my nose into Chloe’s cheek detecting the aroma of
Shanyn’s muskiness. Even after I came, I didn’t soften for ten
minutes. I was so aroused.

Before we fell asleep that night, I fucked
her two additional times.

Chloe’s View:

Any morning I can spend with Jack instead
of dragging my ass into the office is a wonderful morning. Pure
heaven. I was happy to make us a late breakfast, but he insisted we
go for brunch instead. What wife could say no to that? On
the
seventh floor, the
elevator stopped and two women stepped on. As much as we’d never
admit it, attractive women spot each other like dogs in a park. I’d
noticed these two before. They were hot! I think I’d first seen
them in the gym one day. We sort of smiled at each other when they
first entered, and then looked away. Of course, hawk-eye Jack
noticed and asked me about the girls when they stepped off of the
elevator.

Both of us found it sexy that they were a
lesbian couple. Our playful banter suddenly got serious when his
tone of voice changed. At first, I thought it was a joke: he wanted
me to befriend them and find my way to their pussies. Jack’s
ultimate goal, and my assignment, was to have my husband fuck me
with my face covered in the lesbian couple’s pussy juice. Yeah,
right! Honestly, Doms and their challenges. How the fuck was I
supposed to pull that off? I couldn’t imagine that they would have
an open relationship. But what if they did, and would they be open
to it? I glanced at Jack a few minutes later, his eyes piercing
mine. He was serious indeed.
I started to picture an encounter. Holy fuck, Jack’s idea
was fast turning into
my
fantasy. Knowing I might possibly please him made me squirm
with need.

We walked to the restaurant;
hand in hand, neither of us
talking, both deep in thought. After we were comfortably seated, I
asked a few questions, just so I understood the parameters. Jack
was going to give time during the day as needed, but that was the
least of my worries. I kept telling myself over and over that all I
could do was give it my best shot. If I failed, so be it. I’d take
my punishment, and we’d move on. There was also the possibility
that I could really embarrass myself. After all, this couple did
live in our building. Imagine bumping into them if they turned me
down. How embarrassing? On the other hand, what if they liked me
and wanted me too? I started to imagine what their pussies would
look like. Suddenly, I felt like giggling. Chloe the pussy
hunter.
What
a little slut I am!
My
moistening panties were all the encouragement that I needed. I
would do whatever it took to have my face buried between the legs
of those two hot chicks. Oh, the thought of Jack fucking me with
pussy juice still on my face!

Jack was watching me. As the waiter
arrived at our table with our coffee, I wondered if he could tell
what I was thinking. I bet not. I felt my face flame to a gentle
pink as I glanced over at Jack who was q
uietly enjoying my discomfort.
Bastard.
We ate our food as quickly as possible,
neither of us talking much, as that would slow us down. I knew my
husband needed satisfying, and food alone would not be
enough.

Jack paid our waiter
, and I had to practically run to keep up
with his fast pace back to the condo. I was certain he was not in a
hurry to get back to start the laundry, and I too was looking
forward to being pounded into the mattress. We headed straight to
our bedroom. Jack went immediately to his top drawer, and I knew
that meant business. He peeled my clothes off quickly, picked me up
and tossed me onto the centre of our bed. Jack bound my wrists
together with rope, brought my hands above my head, and moved his
hands down to my knees to spread my legs apart. Wide. He tied a
rope around my knees. He leaned over me and kissed my lips and then
proceeded to tie my hands to the headboard, high above my head. The
two ropes around my knees were then pulled and secured to the
footboard posts. I was totally helpless and unable to move. At his
mercy. Meanwhile, he was in his glory.
God, I love this feeling.
He was going to fuck me
senseless, and I was all his.

Jack slapped my breasts back and forth
numerous times to warm them up
before pulling on my nipples so forcefully that I wanted to
scream. I knew if I did, he would really punish my now aching
breasts even further. Then all at once, he placed his strong hands
on my hips and pulled my pelvis up toward him and swiftly
penetrated me with a cock so stiff that it felt like he was shoving
a bedpost up into my pulsing vagina. He started to really move,
like he was a human jack hammer. I wanted to move too, but I was
bound and being pounded into the mattress. Oh fuck, I wanted to
straighten my legs, but couldn’t. The rough rope was rubbing my
tender skin. His thrusts were fast and furious as he sucked the
life out of my left nipple, pulling it up off of my chest. Just the
contemplation of my assignment had me so on-edge, and with Jack’s
fucking, I came loudly as he thrust into me again and again. Jack
untied me, rubbed my now chafed skin and cuddled me from behind
wrapping his strong arms around me. While I was nervous for my
upcoming adventure, I also felt loved and cherished by
him.

It didn’t take long before he had me
wanting him again. Jack moved his hand from around my waist,
trailing it slowly down toward my now sleepy vagina. He dipped his
fingers in my overly moist cunt, and used those same fingers to
gently circle my clit, around and around. The walls of my vagina
were full and swollen. Over and over again, my clit engorged and my
vagina wanted to be filled. So ready for his cock; a beautiful soft
moist cushion for his hard pulsing member. Slowly, gently, and with
tender hands and mouth he made sweet love to me and my
body.

“I will do my very best,” I whispered to
him.

He took some of my insecurity away when he
reassured me this was more about effort than anything. That said,
as a good sub, I wanted to prove I would do anything for
him.
I’d go to any
length, and would put myself out there, even at the risk of shaming
myself. I’m going to succeed; I knew he would be so pleased. I’m
hot, damn it, and I was going to make that lesbian couple want me.
Jack deserved the scent of their pussies covering his wife’s face.
As the day progressed, and whenever I had a few moments to think, I
mapped out my strategy. The first thing I needed to do was properly
introduce myself to the girls, and get to know them enough to begin
a conversation. From there, I’d somehow get them out for coffee or
a drink. Based on what I learned, I’d take it from there. Who
knows, maybe they do have an open relationship?

I racked my brain to try to remember what
day and time I’d originally seen them in the gym. If they have a
routine, and I figured it out, I’d be off to the races. All I
remembered was that it was very early, and that the red haired one
spent her entire workout on the same elliptical machine. I set my
alarm for 5:45 the next morning and was down in the gym by 6:00.
They were a no-show. The next morning I returned. And the morning
after that. One thing was for sure, whether my mission was
successful or not, I was sure as hell going to end up in great
shape by the end of the month!

Finally on Tuesday, I had luck. The
unsuspecting pair wandered into the gym, oblivious to the fact I
was clandestinely waiting for them. I was happy that I had chosen
tight fitting workout clothes that morning. Black short tights and
a low cut Lululemon top. No workout bra, just a thin regular bra.
I’m slender, but my breasts are quite full, and I certainly can’t
exercise without one. I knew my nipples would be poking out of my
top, from time to time. A little bait for my two little
fish.

I played it cool
and set about my plan. I started stretching, as if
in pre-workout. This way, when one of them settled on a machine, I
could just so happen to select the machine beside it. Normally, I
tend to keep to myself, but I was intentionally more gregarious
than usual, making small talk: ‘How are you today?’, ‘Hopefully
this humidity will let up’, ‘How long have you lived in the
building?’

By the second time I saw them in the gym,
two days later, I was able to say ‘Hello I’m Chloe’. The girls
introduced themselves as Canace and Shanyn. We had progressed from
a face you recognize to acquaintances.

“
Gee, you must be really dedicated. I’ve
seen you here before and you look really fit?” Canace remarked one
morning.

“
Oh, I’m in training for a charity fitness
event, so this is crunch time for me.” They seemed to buy my
story.

I had made a conscious effort not to tell
Jack too much about my game plan. Only when I needed his
cooperation did I keep him in the loop. I saw the girls a few more
times, and we chatted casually. Our friendship was growing. The
first big break came when I invited the girls out to see a
performance of Cirque de Soleil. I pretended I had free VIP passes
through work, and with no one to join me, the passes would go to
waste if not used. It was the only way I could invite them to come
along without it appearing strange or suspicious. Cirque was a hot
ticket, and happily they jumped at the opportunity.