A Condo with Two Views (20 page)

I
found a soft wash cloth and squeezed liquid soap onto my breasts,
lathering them up. Yes, it felt so good. I spied my loofah on the
side of the tub, and taking it, I ran it over my nipples. Yes, that
felt good too. Soapy and hard nipples, I continued to rub. I let go
of the loofah and ran my hands over my breasts. They were soft and
so full. My period would be coming soon. I could tell as my breasts
always became rounder and fuller just before. I moved my hands down
lower, feeling my slender waist, moving down to my submersed
pussy.

My mind wandered back to the severe whipping Jack had given
me shortly after we got settled into the condo. Anytime I closed my
eyes to relive it in my mind, my pussy pulsated. I wonder if Jack
knew it would have such a lasting effect on me.
I’m such a masochist.
Just the
memory of those whips coming down on my body, made me squirm with
need. If I thought about the one that hit my nipples, I got an
incredible rush.
Oh fuck, Jack, I know one
day you’ll do it again, and while I dread it, the anticipation
makes me want to cum on the spot.

Gently, I found the inner fold and touched my slicked wet
hole. Closing my eyes, I straightened my legs, squeezing them
together as I pushed my pussy up out of the water. Hanging onto the
side of the tub with my left hand, my right hand rubbed my clit in
a beautiful sensual circling motion. All I felt was the warmth of
the bath, my cleansed skin tingled, and the whole world faded away
as intense pleasure captured my pulsating clit. I was so wet, my
whole body tensed as I brought myself higher and higher, until I
could take no more. My orgasm vibrated throughout my whole
pelvis.

Fuck, that was intense.
I lay there
a few more minutes before collecting myself and getting out. While
towelling myself dry, I wondered when Jack would be home. I enjoyed
my time alone, but now found myself missing my
husband.

I went to bed around 1:00 am, avoiding the temptation to text
Jack. There was no use interrupting him without reason, especially
when he was playing poker. I didn’t want to be one of those clingy
wives. Besides, what would I say? ‘
Just
fingered my hole, come home and fuck me?’

Very
late into the evening Jack arrived home. I glanced at the alarm
clock on my nightstand: 4:20 am. I wondered if, even at this late
hour, he might want to make love. It sure wouldn’t have been the
first time we’d done that. But no, not tonight, instead he quietly
crawled into bed.

“
How
was it honey, was it good?” I whispered, with a groggy
middle-of-the-night voice.

“
Yeah,” he answered, without
saying another word.

“
Do you need a sleeping pill?” I
asked jokingly. By sleeping pill I was referring to an orgasm,
based on a little joke or ours.

“
I’m good,” he said, turning
away.

Hmm…something was wrong. Jack
was not himself. Something was bothering him, but this was not the
time to push it. Then, I realized what it was. He must have lost
more money than he wanted to. Yes, I bet that was it. He normally
set a maximum limit of $1000, but he probably lost two or three
grand, and now he was pissed at himself.
Yes, I’m sure that’s what it
is.

Then I turned and fell
asleep.

Chapter 13. Lexi Comes to Visit

Jack’s View:

I slept like shit all night long. What the
fuck did I do? How did it happen? In the morning, Chloe was up and
at it before me. I promised Benito I would uphold my end of the
bet, but I asked for some time. He was flexible, so there was no
reason for me to tell Chloe anything today. Besides, I needed more
time to think it through.

I tried to act like everything was normal.
Chloe suspected something was bugging me, but she respected my sour
mood and didn’t press me about it. Meanwhile, I was trying to
rationalize and justify things in my mind. I made Chloe give Mike a
blowjob. I made her seduce Canace and Shanyn. I made her fuck those
two sex-toy dudes. Fuck, I might even let the sadist in our
building use his knout on her. So, what’s so different about this?
I’ll tell her I want her to fuck Benito, no
biggie
.
Right?
‘It’s the same
thing’ I would try to convince myself.

But then I’d shake my head, and my attempt at
alleviating my guilt would come crashing down. All of those other
situations were done for our mutual enjoyment. This was done
because I got greedy, and I got stupid. Of all people, Chloe
doesn’t want to fuck Benito. She thinks he’s an arrogant jerk.

I went back and forth in my head all day, in
turmoil. I debated phoning Benito and trying to renegotiate the
wager. But with what? Any amount of money that I could afford would
be peanuts to him. I couldn’t tell him Chloe didn’t do this sort of
thing, not after he saw her on that security footage. Benito is
Brazilian, and where he comes from, a man is only as good as his
word. I gave my word, even shook his hand to solidify our bet.
There was no way to renege now.

Chloe and I had lunch in the square at a
little Thai place. I pulled at the spicy Thai noodles with my fork,
lost in thought again.

“Did you hear my question?” Chloe asked,
scolding me.

I apologized. She had started to tell me a
story, but my mind drifted back to the Benito fiasco, and I missed
her question altogether. I was definitely not myself. The rest of
the day was more or less, the same.

That evening Chloe had a surprise for me.
Sexi Lexi was coming to visit. The girls had completed all five of
the planned dance lessons, and Chloe was ready to show me her new
moves. She never once practiced in front of me, to keep the dance
itself a surprise, which was sweet of her.

Chloe wanted to discuss something in
advance. She called me ‘Master,’ so I knew she wanted to have the
discussion
as
my submissive
. She
assured me that, during all her lessons with Lexi, the two girls
never touched each other in any kind of sexual way.

“
I want Lexi here, to watch me dance for
you…but I have an ulterior motive. I’m thinking, well, things might
get a little crazy – and it could be a treat for you,” Chloe
said.

I smiled at my lovely submissive. “Get a
little crazy?” I asked for clarification, but only to milk the
moment.

“
I’m just asking, do I have your
permission? Is it okay if she joins
us
?”

She was seeking permission to entice Lexi to
join us in a threesome. It warmed my heart because I knew Chloe was
doing this entirely for me. But also, who was I kidding, I loved
the thought of fucking Lexi.

“Do you think she’ll do it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Chloe confessed, “but she did
accept my invitation to come and watch. I think it’s a possibility.
I’d like to try, but only if I have your endorsement.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling.

I was still troubled, and tried my very best
to push that stupid poker game out of my head. I could sense that
Chloe was excited about doing her dance for me, and I wanted it to
be a special night for both of us. She told me more about Lexi,
which was quite interesting. The two had become genuine friends. It
turned out that Lexi completed a four year university degree in
child psychology. Most people don’t think of strippers as being all
that scholarly. Lexi pursued a career in her field, but was
discriminated against because of her tattoos and facial piercings.
Then, when prospective employers learned that she was a dancer at
the Peppermint Club, to pay off her student debt no less, they
outright refused to hire her. They were worried that parents
wouldn’t accept an edgy stripper covered with ink. It’s too bad
really as, according to Chloe, Lexi would have been a very
compassionate and insightful psychologist.

Chloe got her three-song selection ready, and
soon, Lexi was knocking on our door. Maybe this would be just the
distraction I needed. At first, I thought the timing was terrible,
with me being so preoccupied, but maybe this would shake me out of
it.

We greeted Lexi at the door, and the two
of them were immediately chatting up a storm. It was clear that
they had a genuine affection for each other. We made our way to the
kitchen, with the girls grabbing a seat at the counter as I offered
drinks. I decided on a beer for myself, and they sipped on a glass
of Napa Cellars Chardonnay. Lexi had about two hours before she had
to leave for the club, so there wasn’t much time to
waste.

Chloe set up a wooden chair for me in the
area just in front of the sofa, turned the lights off, except for a
strategically positioned lamp, and then she and Lexi slipped into
the bedroom to get dressed. They came out a few minutes later.
Chloe was dressed as a sexy airline flight attendant. Another quick
round of drinks, and the show was underway.

Lexi mimicked her best announcer voice:
“Introducing…Mile-High Chloe.”

Somehow, at least temporarily, I did forget
about my troubles. Chloe strutted toward me as her first song
kicked off: ‘I’m A Slave For U’ by Britney Spears. The song
selection was a tongue in cheek, and it set the mood. This was
going to be fun. Chloe was even better than I imagined her to be.
Her moves were unbelievable! How did she learn that in such a short
time? She did the booty bounce, that exotic strut, touching her
toes seductively, the hula hoop move. This was only the first song,
so she didn’t venture onto my lap just yet. By the second song her
boobs were in my face and her upper body naked. She gyrated
wonderfully. This was hot! She straddled my lap, and then, motioned
Lexi to come over.

“Come dance with me,” asked Chloe as she
glanced at Lexi.

“Is it okay?” Lexi asked, directing her
question to me.

“More than okay,” I smiled.

Soon two beautiful women were dancing
semi-nude before me. Lexi seductively removed her top, as my wife
got down on her knees and pulled away at the stripper’s thong until
it was fully removed.
Lexi’s ink was even more alive and vibrant, thanks to our
living room light. The colors on her body sprang to life.
Damn, it looks as if
her tattoos are dancing for me!
The girls started to move together in synergy, mimicking
each other’s moves and surrounding me with perfect skin. What man
wouldn’t start getting hard after that?

During the classic nipple graze, both girls
slid their hardening nipples along my cheeks, each attacking me
from one side. Music-wise, we were now listening to the Red Hot
Chili Peppers. Chloe teased my mouth with her nipple, and I sucked
it in, sliding my tongue around it, and then lightly biting down on
it. When Chloe pulled away, she glimpsed at Lexi again, as if to
say ‘your turn’. Lexi fed me her nipple, first the left one, then
the right. Her tits were small but firm, with soft pinkish nipples
in contrast to the studs that adorned them. My tongue fished around
with the nipple studs. Meanwhile, Chloe used the opportunity to
unbutton my jeans.

My cock sprung out, and I lifted my hips to
allow Chloe to slide my jeans out from underneath me. Then she
found her way into a kneeling position between my legs. Somehow
with both of the girls still dancing rhythmically, they held hands.
The whole thing was really beautiful. Chloe was doing this for me.
All me. I mean, she was enjoying it too, but I knew in my heart,
this was her gift to me.

Chloe started to lick the shaft of my cock.
She’d curl her tongue into my balls and slowly slide all the way up
toward the head. I saw her tug on Lexi’s hand, and suddenly, Lexi’s
nipple slipped out of my mouth, as she slithered down to kneel
alongside Chloe. Their two naked bodies were touching side by each.
While Lexi sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, Chloe worked
the shaft with the flat of her tongue. The only time the girls
stopped sucking me, was to French kiss each other, for my viewing
pleasure. Then, I’d feel two wet mouths engulfing my cock with
warmth again. Chloe played it brilliantly. She was my sub, but this
was her gift to me, so she took charge of the lovemaking. She
whispered into Lexi’s ear, and when I saw Lexi nod, I knew our
stripper friend was happy to follow along.

Lexi stood up and swung her toned leg up
over Chloe’s head and up around my lap. I was about to get fucked.
Chloe’s hand guided my rock hard cock in the folds of the pussy
before me. Lexi, being a pro, did not sink down. Instead she moved
in an indescribable fashion, and inch by inch by inch, my cock
squirmed its way deeper and deeper into her sweet hole. Eventually,
I was buried inside her, balls deep. I squeezed my one hand on the
side of her waist, while my other hand found the back of my wife’s
head. Lexi slid up slowly until the very tip of my dick was still
inside her, and I felt Chloe’s persistent tongue dancing around my
wet shaft. I’m sure this went on for ten minutes.
Ten perfect
minutes.
My arms reached
up, and I squeezed Lexi’s breasts, kissing and sucking on her
nipples again while her pussy gripped my cock like a glove. Chloe’s
tongue was bathing my balls, and working my shaft any time Lexi
pulled up enough to allow her in there.

The next hour was pure heaven.

Chloe’s View:

Jack
was out of sorts today. Rather than force him to talk about it or
confront him about it, I chose to make it as nice a day as possible
and let him work things out in his own mind, on his own time. Even
in this early stage of our marriage, I knew when he needed space.
If something is troubling him, he needs time to process it in his
head. So as not to agitate him any further, I carried on as if all
was normal, even though he was clearly pensive.