30 - Whats Good for the Goose. #2
I was still sitting on my knees when I picked up my phone. Ron had messaged to see if there had been any progress. I told him what had been going on and the argument we had just had.
I’m really not sure that we have a future together. I feel like everything is crumbling around me, and now I’m just sitting here with all these toys around me in my bra and panties .
Show me, he said.
The words lanced through my heart, and I wasn’t sure if he really meant it. I took a couple of pictures of the toys and showed them to him.
That’s all well and good, but I didn’t mean them. I meant you.
Ron was so direct. It sent a thrill through me.
In many ways, it was the completely wrong time, but as my relationship was falling apart, I wanted to cling to something good, and I figured, if Owen wasn’t going to make use of me, then Ron might as well.
It had been too long since I had felt the tingling of desire, the arousal of knowing that someone wanted me, and I was all ready to give in.
Besides, the way Ron had spoken made it sound like a command rather than a request, and who was I to resist him?
I angled the phone up and tilted my head to the side, making my blue eyes as wide as they would go. I made sure to get my ample cleavage in the shot and sent it, my hands trembling. Once it was gone, it was gone though.
Mmm, I always knew there was a reason I liked you, Jo. Pick up the whip and hold it in your mouth.
I took the leather between my teeth and displayed myself for him.
You look so submissive. You look perfect. Now take your bra off.
I wasn’t sure if he meant that I should keep the whip in my mouth or not, but since he hadn’t asked me to take it out, I left it in.
I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts pour out.
I then took a couple of photos and sent them to him.
It was so wrong to do this when my boyfriend was elsewhere in the house, but I didn’t care.
Ron had set me ablaze, and it had been so long since any man had done this that I couldn’t resist. Right then, I was willing to do whatever he wanted.
We did this for a while. He would tell me how to pose, and I would obey.
I loved doing everything he asked, being called his little toy.
It was everything I wished Owen would do to me.
I was like a doll, being posed however he wished, and I loved the attention he was giving me.
It started to make me wonder what my life would have been like had I met him three years ago instead of Owen.
Do you want to fuck me, Ron ? I asked, shaking as I did so.
I always did.
Then, why did you never make a move?
I’ve done a lot of growing up since we first started speaking, Jo.
I’m not afraid to take what I want anymore.
You’ve given me a lot of satisfaction tonight, but now I’m going to ask you to do one more thing.
I want you to go back to Owen and ask him if he’d be okay with you fucking another man.
You’re clearly in need of something, something that he’s not prepared to give you.
I am. If he’s willing, then I’ll take you and treat you like the horny, desperate slut that you are. Then he won’t have to worry about it.
I couldn’t believe that I was actually considering this.
Are you sure?
Look up cuckolding. I’ve been thinking it might be what’s going on here. He might just be too afraid to say that he wants to see you with another man.
I blinked and nodded. I told Ron that I would talk to Owen, although I had a feeling I was going to fuck Ron anyway. I had already displayed myself for him, but I guessed, if I could include Owen as well, then maybe it would be a victory for the both of us.
I quickly looked up the basics of cuckolding and, while I wasn’t sure it was something Owen would be interested in, I was going to bring it up.
***
I found him sitting on the couch with his hands clasped between his legs.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said.
“Me, too. Maybe I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that. It’s just that I’m a passionate woman, Owen. You’ve always known this about me. It used to be something that you enjoyed, and I’m just struggling to understand what’s changed.”
“I’m trying to understand it, too.”
“Do you mind if I put forward a theory?” I asked.
He nodded.
“I was talking to a friend, and the subject of cuckolding came up. I don’t really know how to say this, but I guess we’re beyond being coy with each other. How would you feel if I slept with another man?”
“Angry,” he replied immediately, although I wondered if he only said that because he thought he was supposed to.
“Are you sure? You can be honest with me.”
“Maybe … maybe I might like it a little bit. To see a man fucking you like you should be fucked,” he said. It had been so long since Owen had spoken like this. I was already turned on by Ron, but this was working, too.
“There is a man who wants to fuck me like that, Owen. In fact, I was just taking pictures of myself in there for him. He told me all the things he wants to do to me. He wants to treat me like a real man. He wants to fuck me good and hard and deep, treating me like a slut.”
The more I spoke, the more I could see Owen’s face transform. I could tell that he was fighting something inside him, and in the end, he didn’t win. He gasped, and as he leaned back, I saw there was an erection bulging in his pants.
I smiled and crawled over to him. I went to reach out to him again, and this time, again, he pulled away.
“I shouldn’t … This is wrong,” he said.
“Nothing is wrong if we’re honest with each other and we both enjoy it,” I said in a gentle voice.
“This is good, Owen. This is really good,” I said as I reached along his thigh.
This time, he did not pull away. Rather, he allowed me to press my palm against his erection.
He leaned back. I smiled because I knew that something new was beginning here, something that was going to make us both happy.
We spoke frankly about it for a while, about our limits and what we were happy with doing.
He asked me about Ron and how I knew him, and Owen seemed happy with that.
We looked up some information about cuckolding together, as well.
It wasn’t the most traditional activity to happen between a couple, but it did bring us together.
I felt our intimacy growing again, and it added an even deeper thrill to the situation.
“Would you like to be there when he fucks me?” I asked.
“I’m not sure if I could handle that, not yet anyway. Just knowing it’s happening turns me on, though. And there will be pictures and videos, right?”
“There will,” I said.
He was still breathing uneasily. I kissed him and reassured him that our relationship wasn’t going to end. After this, I spoke to Ron and arranged to meet him for a drink first. I was going to need something to take the edge off. He was happy that the situation was resolving itself.
***
I wore what Ron asked me to wear, something low-cut and tight.
I was practically busting out of my dress as I perched myself on the stool, waiting for him.
I drank white wine from a fluted glass and wondered if I could really go through with this.
I glanced at my phone, looking at the last message from Owen.
I love you.
I slipped the phone into my clutch and took a deep breath.
Then I noticed Ron’s presence. His aftershave was deep and musky while he towered above me.
He wore a satin shirt that was unbuttoned, revealing a line of muscle.
He kissed me on the cheek and placed a hand on the small of my back.
My throat tightened, and I felt in awe of him.
This was the man I had displayed myself to, the man who was going to fuck me harder than my boyfriend could.
He settled beside me, and we chatted idly for a while, although I wasn’t sure what about.
My head was swimming with thoughts about what was going to happen next.
With every moment, we grew closer to the inevitable conclusion of the night, and it made my heart beat faster.
Our drinks were drained, and he eventually took my hand and told me that it was time to leave.
He led me to his car and brushed his hand against my thigh.
I wondered when he was going to kiss me.
I kept expecting a burst of passion, but he was in complete control.
He drove me back to his place, and we walked in. Mood lighting had already been set up.
“I’m not going to bother giving you a tour. There’s only one place you need to know about,” he said.
I loved the way he talked to me so roughly. He only needed me for one thing. One pure, unbridled, amazing thing that was unfettered by the rest of life.
He led me to his bedroom and closed the door behind us.
Before I had the chance to turn around, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into him, kissing me so hard I was sure that it was going to leave a bruise.
He let me go, giving me a chance to catch my breath, and then kissed me again.
My toes curled, and my body arched back at the sheer force of the passion that seized my soul. Then he pushed me away.
I landed on the bed, crashing on the mattress and the soft sheets.
My hair was loose, and it blew around my head as though I had been caught in a gale.
My dress was already disheveled, not that it mattered because he had it off within minutes, flinging it away as though it wasn’t the most expensive item of clothing I owned.
Then he towered above me, looking at me with desire, and when I felt his hands on me, I remembered what it was like to be owned, to be used, to be wanted.