Chapter 2
That was Saturday night, and if Sasha’s dad hadn’t intervened in a fatherly way, I suspect Sunday night would have seen me sat in the bedside chair again while Sasha’s young co-pilot fucked her better than I ever could.
We’d just come back from Sunday morning church—if I’m honest, not my most favorite hobby—when I felt the grandfatherly hug around my shoulders of my ex-supervisor.
“You know, when Cynthia and I started our family, I made damn sure I had full tenure… I know life’s different in the corporate world… but I was talking to Alan, about his upcoming retirement and succession planning…”
The Alan my father-in-law was talking about was Dr. Alan Burton, a friend of his who also just happened to be my boss. I was one of the three functional heads in the seventy-strong process engineering team he led at IEL.
Alan and Sasha’s dad went way back. The pair of them having been pals all the way from their freshman year until they’d finished their doctorates—a closeness that may have had something to do with a talented but inexperienced young masters student getting an interview at one of the auto industries top engineering consultancies.
I’d more than repaid that early trust they’d placed in me and now headed the fifteen person team specializing in manufacturing process development for the nation’s auto assembly plants.
The moment my father-in-law had put the words succession planning, Alan, full tenure and starting a family in the same sentence, I knew exactly where the conversation was going.
Fifteen minutes later, despite me being leading the smallest of the three functions and being the least experienced of the functional heads, I had a pretty good idea who Dr. Alan Burton would be favoring in the interview process.
The process would be the process—they’d be at least two rounds of interviews—but I knew my boss was well respected and that his views would carry a lot of weight.
He was far too smart to say anything inappropriate, but my father-in-law was giving me two messages.
Message one, as a man who’d soon be heading a family with only one salary and three mouths to feed, it was time to get my ass in gear.
And message two, that unless I seriously screwed up the interviews, despite my earlier doubts, I was the favorite to jump from departmental manager to the dizzying heights of Director, Process Engineering.
With a forty percent salary bump that would go a long way to cover the temporary loss of Sasha’s salary.
Sasha had been off talking family stuff with her sister and mom, so it was only when we were back home in bed that I shared the conversation I’d had with her dad.
“Babe! That’s brilliant news!” she hugged me, smothering me in kisses. “I’m so proud of you! I’m so glad I married the smartest of my Dad’s students!”
“Hang on, a minute, hun… I haven’t got the job quite yet!” I babbled, but Sasha wasn’t to be discouraged, giving me a second round of smothering kisses as her hand reached inside my PJs.
“I think someone deserves a reward! Don’t you?” she teased, her hand rubbing me up down and making me groan.
“A ‘well done’, reward fuck?” I asked hopefully.
“A deal’s, a deal,” she smiled, kissing me softly on the lips. “Best if you keep your last February fuck til later in the month… it’s still only the tenth, baby…”
“A blowjob?” I asked hopefully.
At least that got some serious thought before her loving kiss and expression told me what the answer was going to be.
“Sorry, honey… Thomas and I talked about that… we both agreed a hand job is okay… we know you need some release… but we agreed a blowjob’s a little too much like sex… so sorry, babe…”
As she tugged at my PJs, her face told me she was genuinely sorry, but also that her mind was made up.
Damn those resolute, Scottish Presbyterian genes of hers!
But at least it was one of the best ever handjobs she’d ever given me.
Lovely and slow, plenty of oil and eye contact and a teasing patience linked to loads of attention to my ass and cockhead that had me begging for mercy before she finally let me spurt.
I still had Sasha at home for another two nights. Still no sex on Monday night—but again the mutual masturbation and licking at her succulent pussy was wonderful. And I hate to admit it, but the whole denial thing was highly arousing.
It hadn’t been my idea—I wouldn’t have thought about it in a million years—but however frustrating it was, it naturally fed into the sadistic-humbling vibe that was such a big part of the reason I loved the game we’d playing these last few years.
When I got home on Tuesday night—the last night before Sasha would be away flying with Thomas for four nights—I was excited to see Sasha dressed in one of her sexiest outfits when I got home.
She made a big show of pampering me on her last night at home. “Have a beer dear, I’ll just go and get dinner ready,” followed by another lovely set of kisses and hand exploring my groin.
But then, just as I was about to cum, her pampering moved into full-on evil temptress mode, as she kept me hovering right on the brink.
“Your call, sweetie… if you want, I can let you cum… or if you like, we can call Thomas now, and by the time we’ve eaten dinner, your eyeballs and ears can enjoy a very different kind of dessert?”
Get thee behind me woman. When the hell in her many years of being dragged to church on Sundays had this kind of wicked mischievousness been taught? I don’t recall Paul writing a first or second letter to the Tempting Jezebels…
Damn her, and no doubt she’d co-planned this with Thomas, the two of them knew me too well. Sixty minutes later as Sasha stripped her two men naked—eyeing one with more enthusiasm than the other—my wife was asking me if I wanted my second February fuck.
“Now Thomas is here, wouldn’t it excite you baby, to fuck me with your little white cock in front of my Black boyfriend… before he fucks me with his real man’s cock…”
Bitch. Fucking bitch. She knew damn well which way I’d jump.
Which was why two minutes later for about sixty seconds I experienced the most bewildering set of emotions.
Sasha’s calves wrapped tight around my back, pulling me deep…
her hands placing mine on her boobs as she kissed me while her eyes alternated between me on top of her and her hugely-endowed lover standing off to the side.
Standing off the side like an express locomotive ready to take over from the low-speed, small-powered switch engine only fit for basic duties.
Sasha’s moist warmth, my whole emotional confusion and the undeniable excitement it drove made me spurt into the condom I’d been ‘encouraged’ to wear in record time.
Sasha gave me a slow, tender kiss… stroked my cheek in the softest of ways… looked at me with deep love… all of it genuine, but we both knew what it was the prequel to.
“Jase… I know you’ll hate it and love it… but why don’t you grab my cock and put me in… give you and Sash what you both want…”
If Sash hadn’t constantly refilled my wine glass at dinner, maybe I’d have reacted differently. But as it was, my self-control and self-respect barriers were down, and my most raw and base desires were in control.
So, to my utter shame—with no alibi of needing to roll a condom on or pull it off—I took hold of Thomas’s huge cock and placed it at the entrance to my wife’s very willing body. Feeling it’s obscene girth slip through my fingers as he fed Sasha the first few inches.
Thomas was soon balls deep and fucking her hard. Sasha loving every fat inch, every frenzied moment of his hips slamming hard into her.
This was the opposite of the teasing sex she and I had shared. This was raw, animalistic sex—the stallion fucking the mare like his life depended on it… her whinnying and snorting and squealing like she’d been without him for years rather than just a few days…
The ultimate shame of it, seeing the two of them together and so well-matched, my own cock was already back hard as I beat myself in time with the rhythm he was fucking her.
Thomas and me cumming together as Sasha enjoyed her fourth huge climax as her young co-worker spat his scalding baby juice into the woman who only had two more months of this crazy lifestyle before we settled into the next phase of our lives.
The next three weeks followed a similar pattern.
At the superficial level, no different than the pattern Sasha and I had always experienced—her away for three or four nights, then back home and off duty for a similar duration.
But the big difference now was that her time away wasn’t a rest and reset away from one of her Black boyfriends—it was time with and nights sleeping with her latest Black boyfriend.
Most nights, they’d include me and let me watch for an early part of the night.
But when after their first fuck Sasha said her goodnights and killed the call, I was left in that exquisitely tormented no man’s land of a cuckold twisting in the wind.
A cuck knowing her wife was with another man..
a cuck knowing the details and involvement were intentionally being withheld.
Without the balance of the days Sash was back with me, I know I’d have quite literally have been driven insane. Those days were wonderful—my ration of sanity, my oxygen supply—but even they weren’t Thomas-free.
The deal I’d agreed to only have two fucks a month with Sasha, and the fact they both knew I loved watching, meant that even during the four nights off that Sasha spent at home, I’d likely have to share her with Thomas for at least a couple of nights.
The really shaming thing being how, even with all my nights without her, I still always played along with the game whenever they offered me the choice of a night of just her and me alone.
Through the rest of February and into early March, there were only really two variations in this ‘away with Thomas,’ ‘home with me,’ ‘home with both of us’ pattern.