Authors: Alex Tempera
She felt the warmth of Jessica’s release, inside the condom, inside her body. She clenched and tightened to give Jessica a better release. She slowly lifted her body off Jessica. “You may use the washroom to freshen up,” she whispered.
“Thank you, Lady,” he slowly stood up, grabbed his clutch purse and headed to the washroom.
Sydney was about to put on her robe when Paxton grabbed her arm. He pulled her on top of his lap, impaling his now hard cock inside her sex. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
“But,” she stopped, there should never be a
but
when Paxton asked her to fuck him. She slowly raised herself, clenching his cock inside her, releasing and moving up. Slowly she fucked him, until he came again. She pressed her mouth, inserting her tongue, and dancing with his. “We do need to talk,” she whispered.
“Later,” he fingered her bare nipples and squeeze them hard. “I think we need to talk to Jessica first.”
Sydney climbed off his lap and grabbed her robe, as Jessica walked back into the room. “Jessica, do you have to leave right away?”
“Uh,” his eyes looked at the clock and then back to Sydney.
“If you have to go, that’s fine,” she sighed.
“No, Lady, I can stay. Did you need me to please you more? I can do that.”
“No, that’s fine. I thought we could talk. You know, over coffee or whiskey or something.”
“May I change?”
“Of course,” Paxton said. “Your bag is in my car. Feel free to change and meet us in the living room down the hall.”
“Thank you,” Jessica grabbed his shoes and headed out of the parlor.
Sydney, dressed in her designer yoga pants and a white tee shirt, walked into the living room where Paxton and John Remington were waiting for her. Paxton was dressed in his black polo shirt and black jeans, where John was wearing Dockers and a red tee shirt. “John?” she raised her eyebrow. “You’re Jessica?”
John stood up. “Yes, I hope this doesn’t change anything. Ma’am, I don’t want to lose my job because of this.”
Sydney smiled and pointed to the sofa. “Sit back down,” she sat on the love seat across from the two men on the sofa. “John, this will not interfere with you being my law clerk at the courthouse. I promise that. We won’t discuss this there at all. We will maintain our professionalism. And we’ve always been friends. I’m just surprised because I didn’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t know. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Oh, thank you, Ma’am,” he sighed heavily with relief. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Ma’am, but no one really knows. Well most don’t.”
“In my home, you don’t need to call me Ma’am or your honor. I just want you to call me Sydney. Can you do that?”
“I don’t think so,” he sighed. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, I cannot.”
“All right. Ma’am is fine, when we’re personal. John, thank you for playing with me, us. I have to admit I have never done that before and I’m sorry that we broke whatever protocol when Paxton entered the scene.”
“No, Ma’am, it’s fine. I didn’t mind. I just wasn’t sure if I was supposed to obey him, too, that’s why I always looked to you. You were the one that was my designated dominant.”
“You did fine. We weren’t so good,” Paxton said. “To be honest, we didn’t plan this. When I asked you to come and play, I was thinking it was just for my wife.”
“I understand,” he sighed. “No one knows about me. I mean, I’m John to the world, but when I go to Club Valkyrie, I’m always Jessica.”
“Would you consider playing with us more?” Sydney asked.
“Yes, Ma’am, I would like that. Are you asking me to be your sub?”
“One of them, yes,” Paxton intercepted. “I say one of them because we are trying to find the perfect subs for each other. Tonight, was not about finding a sub but celebrating our anniversary. There is something, and I know I said it to you before, but it is of the utmost privacy.”
“Yes, Sir. You two are married so no one knows that you’re gay.”
“Right,” he looked at Sydney and back at John. “Thank you for playing with both of us. I’m sorry that I got involved.”
“I understand,” John looked at Sydney. “Ma’am, are you all right?”
“Yes, why?” She focused on John. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
Magda knocked on the open door. “Missus Carlton, I have the coffee. May I bring it in and serve?”
“Yes,” Sydney nodded to Magda. “Then you can clean the parlor and the attached washroom. After that, you’re dismissed for the evening.”
“Yes, Missus Carlton.” Magda set the tray on the table and then poured each of them a cup of coffee. She promptly left the room and closed the door.
Sydney placed her cup against her lips and gently blew on the black liquid. “There’s cream and sugar,” she pointed.
“Oh, thank you,” Jon sighed.
“Can I ask you a few questions?” Sydney asked.
“Oh, sure, Ma’am,” John stirred a teaspoon of sugar in his coffee and followed up with a splash of cream.
“How does dressing up, make you feel inside? I mean, what do you feel when you’re Jessica?”
“Dressing makes me feel very submissive. It puts me in my zone for being a better sub,” John explained.
“John, if I remember you used to be married. Did you wife know about your crossdressing?”
“I was married for 20 years, my ex knew I liked to dress, but she never embraced it or the lifestyle. I’m recently divorced, and find it hard to find a woman that likes or supports crossdressing. I was very casually involved with both a man and a woman, but they didn’t know about me being Jessica. They do know about each other, though. It was more casual than anything right now. But I hope one day to find that man or woman that accepts me for who I am. I thank you for taking me as your submissive.”
Sydney sipped her coffee. “Do you always dress up when you’re submissive?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “I have never tried being John and a submissive.”
“I was tentative about removing your dress when you were a submissive. I didn’t know if that was part of it.”
“It is, but the next time, if it pleases you, I could wear lingerie under it, so you could remove my dress and I would still feel feminine. Feeling feminine helps me enter my submissive mind, and be able to give myself to someone completely.”
“That would be fine. You look wonderfully sexy as a blonde. Do you ever wear any other color wigs?”
“I have two others, an auburn wig, and a jet black wig. Both are long, but the black one, I keep braided.”
“Hmm, would you like to return to be our sub, when we do our tests?” Paxton leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.
“I’d like that.”
“How about Friday night? Be here at eight. You can arrive as John, if you wish and then change. We will have a real playroom by then,” Sydney asked.
“I’d like that,” John stood up. “Permission to leave. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow at six.”
“Make it seven,” Sydney smiled. “I have a light docket tomorrow. You may go, John.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am,” he grabbed his bag that was by his feet on the floor and headed out the door, closing it behind him.
Sydney looked at Paxton. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” she stood up and walked out of the room, heading straight upstairs to her room.
Paxton stared down at the floor and then quickly rose to his feet. He hurried out of the living room and up the stairs. He stared at her closed door and was about to head to his own, when he shook his head. He knocked as he opened the door. “Syd?” he whispered in the dark.
The wind slightly blew the curtain and he got a glimpse of moonlight from the open balcony door. He walked in her room, standing in front of the door and smiled. “Syd?” he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her naked body.
“You really think you can find me the perfect sub?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he kissed her neck lightly.
“You think I can find you the perfect sub?”
“Yes,” he kissed her neck again.
“I know we have this deal, uh, agreement. Sex three times a year, but tonight something happened.” She turned toward him, pressing her body against his chest.
“You’re right,” he kissed her cheek. “I fucked you and I really liked it. I want to do it again.”
“But you’re gay.”
“I’m not just gay, my darling. You know that. Just gay men don’t fuck their wives three times a year. I like ass more than anything else. Hell, baby, put on a strap on and I’ll suck your cock. Hell, I’d even let you fuck me.”
“You would?” she kissed his mouth. “PJ, seriously.”
“We promised we would be married forever. No matter what. You’re my best friend in the whole fucking world. I want us to do more than we have in the past 10 years. I’ve fucked so many guys and all I get out of it is a soft cock. Now, when I was with you, with the sub, I got off on your ass, baby. Not his cock, your ass. And I kept getting hard, repeatedly. This is what I want for both of us. To not just sleep with anyone, but to find those who satisfy us. And, hell, baby, I’ll play with you more. We can all play together, or separate. But, if it’s separate, we should do one thing.”
“Anything,” Sydney ran her hands down to his hard cock and released it from his jeans. She placed it between her legs as she pressed her body close to him.
“If I’m playing with whatever sub you choose for me, you must watch, and if you play with whatever sub I choose for you, I must watch.”
“And what do I do when I watch?”
“Whatever you wish. If you want to use your Magic Wand or your dildo, do it. If you want to use your fingers, do it. I want to see you masturbate as I play and I will do the same as I watch.”
“Agreed,” she kneeled and placed her mouth over his cock, and sucked it.
He pulled her to her feet as she released his cock from her mouth. “I want your ass again.”
She followed him into the bedroom and gazed into his eyes. “On my knees?”
“On your back, baby. Where’s your dildo?”
“In the draw.” She reached in and grabbed the 7-inch pink dildo and the lubrication. She lay on the bed and watched as he stripped himself of his clothes.
He covered his cock with the lubricant and kneeled on the bed. He pulled her legs apart and set them on his shoulders. He slowly inserted his cock into her asshole, and slowly fucked her. He grabbed the pink dildo off the bed and turned it on, as he continued to fuck her. He pressed the tip of the vibrating shaft against her clit. He pressed harder, and she wriggled with excitement as her clit expanded and vibrated.
He continued to fuck her ass and then inserted the vibrator inside her pussy opening, slowly allowing her to be completely filled. He fucked her until he released himself in her ass, and he slowly pulled out, letting it drizzle on her sex. He pulled out the vibrator, and her juices from her orgasm poured out of her body. He clamped his mouth down on her pussy, bit down, and then sucked his release and her release into his mouth. He breathed hard in her pussy as she screamed and moaned. He gazed up at his wife, her eyes focused on him and he slowly moved his body up on top of her, pressing his teeth into the flesh of her breasts. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he breathed. “If you want me to stop, say it.”
“Keep going,” she breathed hard. She couldn’t believe the excitement. She knew her love for Paxton had to be enough for the both of them, since he could never love her. He loved men, and even if he fucked a million women, he’d never love a woman. Not like he’d love a man. He loved her, just not more than a friend, and a wife who he’s fucking now and then. This was different, though. Something new and finally exciting. “Bite me,” she whispered.
He continued to nip and bite her body and then as his cock grew erect again, he rolled her on her stomach. Biting her back, her neck, and down to her ass. He bit both ass cheeks and ran his tongue up her crack. He spread her crack open, exposing her asshole, and then he inserted his cock inside her again.
She shook with uncontrollable excitement as he fucked her ass again.
“Too back you couldn’t fuck me,” he whispered, as he released himself again.
Sydney felt the tears flow down her cheek. “If only,” she whispered, as he pulled out and lay next to her. She pressed her back against his chest.
I wish I could fuck you like that, then maybe you’d love me, too
, she wept, hoping he didn’t hear her thoughts.
He kissed the back of her head. “Do you want me to go to my room?”
“Stay,” she whispered. “Stay.”
Sydney, dressed in her designer sweats, sat at the breakfast table, drinking her morning coffee, as Paxton lingered into the kitchen. “There’s coffee and I think Magda made toast.”
“Coffee is just fine,” he sat down. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“A little sore, but thank goodness my robe will cover your delicious bite marks.”
“You’re the one who was delicious last night,” he patted her hand. “Oh, I forgot to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long velvet box. “Happy Anniversary.”
She opened the box and smiled at the diamond necklace. “Ten diamonds?”
“One for every year we were married, and each year, I will add another diamond. Syd, I know that you’ve been unhappy and I also know that it’s my fault. I want to make this work. Not just for my public image, but for us. I think we’re good together and after last night, there is so much more we can explore. We no longer have separate sex lives. We are involved in each other’s sex lives.”
“I get it, I do,” she sighed. “I really enjoyed last night. Both with Jessica, and later with you.” She sipped her coffee. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he poured them both more coffee in their cups.
“If I bought a toy, would you let me fuck your ass with it?”
“What kind of toy?”
“I don’t know. I was thinking one of those strap-ons that look real. I just want to give you something back.”
“I’m willing to try anything. So, you think this will be our nightly thing?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed. “Maybe we should decide on creating our playroom first, and then start bringing in subs. Where on earth did you find John to know he was also Jessica?”
“Club Valkyrie. I go there on Sunday nights. Usually to get my cock sucked or just watch the scenes. It’s a BDSM club in Jersey.”
“I know. I’ve only been there once, a long time ago. You recognized John?”
“In the men’s room. The club requires that crossdressers use the men’s room. I ran into him when he had taken off his wig to fix it or something. That’s when I got the idea. I asked him if he had a dominant. He said no. I told him that you and I were interested in find subs for each other, and I thought he would be perfect for you. I also told him that we would test others.”
“I would like to test both crossdressers and non-crossdressers.”
“I figured that. Tonight,” he stood up and kissed her cheek. “We will figure out how to make our playroom and what it needs.”
“I’d like that. I better get to the office,” she stood up. “I have to change for work. Are you also going in this early?” She gulped down the final drop of coffee and smiled at Paxton.
“Uh, no, but can I help you?”
“Help me what?”
“Get dressed,” he licked his lips.
She took his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. “You want to pick out my clothes. It really doesn’t matter what I wear, since I wear my robe and I’ll be in court all day.”
“It’s not about picking out your clothes,” he closed the door with his foot. “It’s about watching you. Watching you get undressed. Watching you get dressed.”
“Oh, you never wanted to before.” She walked over to the closet and pulled out a white blouse and black skirt that would fall just above her knee. She draped the clothes over her chaise. “PJ, tell me what’s going on with you.”
“Nothing,” he shrugged as he sat down on her bed. “I found out something about myself last night.”
“What’s that?” she slipped her sweatshirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts as her nipples firmed the minute the cold air hit them.
He reached down his own sweat pants and squeezed his cock tightly. “That I like to watch and participate. And when I participate, you have to be there.”
She slipped off her sweat pants, exposing only her pink lace panties, and walked over to him. “PJ, don’t do this to me.”
He slid down his pants, still holding on to his cock. “Don’t tell me that this doesn’t get you wet, baby.” He continued to jerk his cock.
“But I don’t have what you really want,” she whispered.
“Come here, baby, and watch me, as I watch you,” he moved back on the bed.
“I have to get dressed.”
“You have time,” he patted the bed and spread his legs. “You face me and do to you what you want me to do to you,” he whispered. “Show me with your fingers, your hands, and I’ll show you this hard cock, jerking for you, baby.”
“PJ, what has gotten into you?” she slowly sat on the bed and spread her legs. “You don’t want this.” She spread her lips of her sex, exposing her clit as she rubbed it with one finger.
He spread his legs, jerking his cock, harder and harder as he stared at her fingers. “Something happened to me last night. No, it’s not about wanting sex more, baby, it’s something that I don’t feel I can do unless I share it with you. I love to watch and I loved watching what you and Jessica did last night. I want you to watch me and enjoy and I want to watch you and enjoy.”
She lay back as she continued to rub her clit, harder and harder, she pulled on it, so it would expand and engorge. She continued to rub it harder and then she stuck two of her fingers inside herself, continuing to fuck herself.
Paxton couldn’t take his eyes off his fingers as he continued to jerk off, so much that he released himself all over his hands and cock. He got on his hands and knees, and buried his face between her legs. He stuck his tongue in her opening as she continued to finger herself. He sucked hard as she pulled out and then he flipped her over on her stomach. He sucked her asshole as he pushed his fingers against her clit, making her release more of herself. Sydney wanted him to never stop touching her. She begged, in her mind, for him to fall in love with her, and not just use her for sex and whatever else play they would do, but if playing with others in front of him allowed her to play with him, she would do it. Hell, she loved what it was doing to him. Such a change from the gay-playboy who snuck men of all ages in his room to fuck and be fucked, then they’d be gone.
He lifted his head. “May I bathe you?”
“Well, you can wash me in the shower. I do have to get to work,” she smiled. “You know, my love,” she grinned. “You’d be the perfect sub.”
“I’m no good at taking orders,” he followed her into her private bath. He turned on the hot water.
“Oh, I know, except when your boss orders you to do something,” she kissed his cheek, and stepped into the shower.
He stepped in behind her and washed her body, inserting the soap and his fingers in all her sexual holes. He used the hand-held shower nozzle and rinsed her.
When she turned around, she gazed into his eyes. “PJ, what’s wrong?”
“Uh, nothing,” he dried her off and then kissed her cheek. His eyes saddened for a moment, and then he embraced her naked body. He hardly ever hugged her, and never like that. “Uh, you better go to work. Will you be home for dinner?”
“I hope so. I don’t have any major cases planned.” She walked into her room and over to the chaise.
“I’ll let you get dressed,” he said quietly, as something all of a sudden was weighing on his mind.
“I thought you wanted to watch. Oh, that was before. Now, the sex is over, right?” she sighed.
“No, my darling. I swear, I’d love to watch you get dressed.”
“Good,” she walked over to her dresser, picked out a pair of pink lace panties, and slipped them on. She also slowly pulled on her black skirt, and then her pink bra that matched her panties. She pulled on her white blouse and buttoned it. “Can you zip up the back of my skirt for me?”
“Oh, of course,” he zipped it up and then put on his sweats that were still on her bed. He kissed her cheek. “I’ll make a list later.”
“A list?”
“Of what we should include in our playroom.”
“Which room do you think it should be in?”
“The one between this room and my bedroom,” he sighed. “It’s up to you, if you want it so close to our rooms.”
“As long as it has a lock on it, that’s fine. We have the washroom and will have to have the room emptied. Right?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even remember what’s in there. I’ll check it out and we can decide later.” He hurried out of the room.
Sydney sighed and ran her hands down her skirt. “If I only had a penis, it wouldn’t be so fucking complicated,” she grabbed her briefcase that was on the table by the door and headed out of her room. She noticed the door to his room was closed but the large guest room in between the bedrooms was open. She headed down the stairs and out the door.
Paxton sat on the edge of his bed and opened the drawer on the nightstand. He pulled out the old photograph of Sydney and himself on their wedding day. She promised to always be his so he could be with whomever else he wanted. All she asked from him is his public loyalty to her and her career and she would do the same for him, well, that and sex three times a year. That was something they both agreed on. He knew she was unhappy and he didn’t want to lose her. It didn’t feel like it was just for the public eye, because even in private, he cared for her. She was his best friend forever, and she made the ultimate sacrifice. He already knew that where he slept with a lot of men, she didn’t sleep with hardly any. She used her personal toys more than anything else. Something changed the way he saw her last night, and he knew he had to keep her happy. He would do anything to keep her happy, and even watch her with other men. He almost gave his feelings away by taking her virgin ass, but he didn’t know what he felt or why he did that, just that he was glad that he did.