TITLE    : Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond Ch. 03
STORYID  : ripples-in-a-cuckolds-pond-ch-03
SUMMARY  : David and Nicole struggle, Nick and Cassidy enjoy themselves.
AUTHOR   : JayCuck@lit
DATE     : 2015-09-30
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
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<em>Please Read!!</em> 



<em>This series features, creampies, chastity belt usage, lesbian encounters, dom/sub situations and of course, lots of messy sex (the best kind).</em> 



<em>I want to thank everyone who takes the time to read this series. I especially want to thank those of you who have emailed me and/or provided feedback. I really do appreciate it and I hope you enjoy this new direction.</em> 



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***** 



Cynthia's comment landed between us and exploded, silence filled my office, and we stared at each other for several seconds. My brain refused to connect the dots. 



<em>Baby? David's baby!</em> 



Nicole and I had discussed having another child, but my vasectomy couldn't be reversed, and I thought we'd dropped the subject. 



"Baby," Cynthia repeated. "Y'know, tricycle motors, rug rats." 



I held up a hand. "I get it. I understand the concept." 



"You sure? It's been a while." 



"Knock it off," I snapped. "Nicole's not having his baby. She's not having anyone's baby." 



"I'm sure you're right," she replied in a voice that implied the exact opposite. 



"Oh no," I waggled my finger at her. "You don't get off that easy. Out with it." 



She motioned at the chairs in front of my desk, and we settled into them. She brought her palms together, and gathered her thoughts. The fact that she had to take a moment to think about what she was going to say bothered me. 



"You're family is special to me," she began. "Not just Nikki, all of you." 



I nodded and motioned for her to continue. 



"Nikki mentioned that the two of you wanted another child, which I think would be awesome," she assured me. "And she was crushed when she received the news about your vasectomy." 



"Yeah, I know." 



"Crushed, Nick," she emphasized. "I'm not sure you understand how much another child meant to her." 



"I knew she was disappointed," I added lamely. "But she seemed to move past it, and she hasn't mentioned it in weeks, months." 



Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Of course she hasn't mentioned it. Aside from making you feel like shit, what's it going to accomplish. I'm sure she did forget about it for a while, but now David's in the picture." 



"I know she hasn't discussed getting pregnant with David. She wouldn't do that. I know she wouldn't." 



Cynthia leaned back in her chair and studied me. 



"No way. I don't believe it." 



My voice had grown increasingly hollow, and I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince, Cynthia or myself. I just couldn't believe my wife would consider getting pregnant with David, and worse, doing it without speaking to me first. 



<em>Unless...</em> 



Unless she didn't want to be married to me anymore. Nicole wouldn't stay in our marriage just for the kids, and I wouldn't want her to either. Money wasn't an issue. David and I were both wealthy. No, in fact, Nicole could have it all. A loving ex-husband, two great kids who were close to college, and she'd also have a new husband, David, a wealthy dominant black man, who just happened to have a huge cock, and could produce children. 



Fear. Fear like I'd never felt before surged through me, and I felt sweat pop out over my body. The more I considered the situation, the more I realized David represented a clear and present danger to our marriage. My mind raced with possibilities, and in the span of a few seconds, I reached several more conclusions, all of them just as bad as the first. It wasn't until I felt Cynthia's hand on mine, that I dragged myself back into my office. 



"Nick." 



"Yeah, I'm here." 



"Relax. It's not as bad as your obviously thinking it is." 



"Fuck me, Cynthia." I drew in a ragged breath. "I'm going to lose her, aren't I?" 



"I don't think so." She shook her head. "Nicole loves you." 



"But she wants another child." 



"Yes." 



"And she wants David to give her one." 



"She mentioned it." 



"When?" 



"A few weeks ago," she replied. "We had lunch." 



"Mentioned it?" 



"A passing comment." Cynthia nodded. "But I know your wife well enough to know she's thinking about it." She rubbed my hand, and offered me a smile. "I wanted you to know, because Nicole belongs with you. You two are perfect for each other, and there are lots of ways to bring a child into your lives." 



"What do I do?" 



"You're kidding, right?" 



"Uhhhh, throw me a bone here." 



"First, talk to your wife. Second, find a weekend where you two can get away," she said, and then winked. "And then throw in some competition for Nicole." 



"Competition. You make it sound easy." 



"I'm just saying that you're a good catch, and sometimes a woman needs to be reminded about the bird she has in her hand, rather than the one in the bush." 



"I suck with women," I reminded her. "I'm lucky I landed Nicole, I can't see myself finding any competition for her." 



"You knock it off," she threw my words back at me. "Your self-deprecating routine doesn't work with me, Mister. Women respond to you, but you're too blind to see it." 



I shook my head and slipped out of my chair. Another woman? I had a wife and two daughters...like I really needed more fucking estrogen in my life. Even if I summoned the courage to try it, there was a wrinkle. 



Nicole doesn't share well. Point of fact, she doesn't share at all. 



"Focus on the first two things I told you," she suggested. "Just be open the third one, if the opportunity presents itself." Her voice trailed off. 



"Talk to the wife, and get her away for a weekend." 



"Sans chastity belt." She smiled at me. "Fuck your wife, Nick." 



"Yes ma'am." 



She laughed. "And call me if you need help." 



"Not a chance," I snapped back. 



Cynthia stood and hugged me before walking towards the door. 



"Thank you," I called after her. 



"Don't thank me," she replied. "Just think about the third item." 



"I'll give it some thought." 



She disappeared and left me alone with my thoughts. Nicole and I needed some alone time, Cynthia was right. We needed to get away, and have a heart-to-heart talk. We both wanted another child, but I wasn't ready for David to participate. 



A cuckold relationship didn't automatically mean breeding the wife. I knew from my research that a lot of cuckold husbands and hotwives found the idea intriguing, and many couples had actually done it. 



My wife was apparently considering it. 



Truthfully, the idea turned me on. The pinnacle of cuckolding is for the boyfriend or bull to impregnate the wife. It sounded like Nicole would be an eager participant, and the thought of her belly growing with David's child revved my cuckold engine. As exciting as I found the idea, it was just that, an idea, a fantasy, and it wasn't something to be undertaken lightly. Fucking was one thing, chastity another, but procreation demands more than indulging a fantasy. 



Where did that leave me? 



Item number three. 



Competition for Nicole. 



<em>How the hell?</em> 



* * * 



Cassidy's hand felt warm as she pulled me to my feet. Her arms circled my neck, and she pulled me towards her. Our lips met, tentative at first, and then pressed tightly together as our passion grew. Her tongue flicked inside my mouth, and she pressed her naked body against mine. Her scent, light and delicious, filled my nose, and whatever resolve I had left evaporated. Warm, firm, flawless skin met my fingers, as I let them slide over her back. A soft moan pushed into my mouth, and her hands slid into my hair. I started to feel light-headed, but I didn't want that kiss to end. 



Our lips finally parted, and we were both breathing heavy. My heart thudded in my chest, and I took a second to take a deep breath. Cassidy said she could take care of me better than Nicole, and I started to think it wasn't an idle boast. 



"Finally." A smile, filled with happiness, lit up her face. "I've wanted to do that since the first night we met." 



"Stop it." 



"I'm serious," she said, and her fingers played with the buttons on my shirt. "It's cheezy, I know, but I felt a connection." She shrugged, and then glanced up at me. "You just feel right." 



"You're too-." 



"Shhhh." She put her fingers to my lips. "We can talk later." 



She stepped towards the sliding glass door, pulling me along, and checking over her shoulder to make sure I enjoyed the view. I did. Holy Shit...I enjoyed the view. A firm, naturally athletic body walked in front of me, and if there was a flaw, I couldn't find it. She let me get about two steps inside the room, before she started on my shirt, and let me tell you, the woman didn't waste a second. 



Our naked bodies met in the middle of the bed, and Cassidy assaulted me. She didn't use fists, but she definitely used her hands, and lips, and... She pushed me back, and proceeded to kiss, lick and caress every part of my body. Every time I tried to reciprocate, she pushed me back, shook her head, and resumed her attack on my body. 



Frantic. Passionate. Amazing. 



For a brief second, I thought of Nicole, but I pushed her out of my mind. Selfishly, I didn't want anything to ruin this night. 



When Cassidy's tongue ticked the tip of my cock, I almost lost control. She flashed me a heated smile, and then slid me into her mouth. Oh.My.God. She had crazy good skills. Her hands roamed over my body, as her mouth pleasured my cock, and sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My body tensed as my orgasm approached. 



"Wait," she whispered. "Not yet." 



She slid away from me, and spread her legs. "Come here." 



Like the rest of her body, her legs were flawless, and her bare pussy, glistened in the lamplight. It called out to me. My brain had stopped functioning, as I slid over the bed, and pressed my mouth against her sex. A loud moan pierced the silence, and I glanced up to see her pinching her nipples. 



"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, yes, don't stop." 



Needing no further encouragement, I focused on rocking her world. I may not have a tree trunk between my legs, but there is more to sex than a big cock. I know my pussy-licking skills are world class, and I vowed that Cassidy would never forget this night. 



<em>Who's the man? Nick. Tonight, Nick is the fucking man!</em> 



Cassidy's moans grew constant, and I loved it, a symphony of audio sex. Her legs trembled, and a light sheen of sweat covered her skin, but I didn't stop. Orgasms rolled through her, and I counted three, before she finally pulled my face away. The last orgasm had obviously been powerful, because her chest heaved as she lay back on the bed, and brushed her hair away from her face. 



"Holy Shit!" She gasped. "Give me a second." 



I chuckled. "Take your time." 



"I didn't expect that," she said. "Not at all. Wow! You've got a magic tongue." 



"Awww, you say the nicest things." 



She winked at me, and then slid off the bed. She slow walked to the bathroom, and returned with a hungry expression pasted on her face. 



"Was it something I said?" 



"No," she replied when she returned. "We just needed these." She held up several towels. "We're just getting started." 



"I like the way you think." 



"Good," she said and dropped the towels next to the bed. "Because the best sex, is messy sexy, and I'm in the mood for really messy sex." 



She straddled me, and gripped my cock. Our eyes met, she leaned forward, and slid me inside her. We moaned in unison. Her head fell back, and she started to bounce above me. Her fantastic body undulated smoothly above me, sculpted abs, high firm breasts, and felonious hips, all combined to deliver more pleasure than I believed possible. 



I watched my cock disappearing inside her, as she bounced up and down. She threw herself into sex, uninhibited, and with raw emotions, she held nothing back. A few seconds later, she fell forward, and our lips met again. She rode me through the kiss, her tongue pushing inside my mouth, as her pussy coaxed every bit of pleasure from my cock. Her moans filled our mouths, and I felt the oncoming train of my orgasm. 



I couldn't stop it. Hell, I didn't want to stop it. She sensed it as well, and broke our kiss. 



"Inside me," she gasped. "I want to feel you come inside me." 



An explosion of sharp, sweet pleasure flooded my body. Cassidy pushed herself down on me, pinning me to the mattress, as my orgasm flooded her pussy. She joined me in orgasmic bliss, as her eyes rolled back, and her body shook. More moans, full of satisfaction and pleasure, filled the room. Our mutual orgasms lasted for almost a minute, before they left us gasping. 



Completely spent, I lay still and tried to figure out how I got so lucky. Cassidy moved off me with a groan, and I felt a towel cover my midsection. She snuggled up next to me, and lay her head on my chest. 



Neither of us spoke. 



Lust had given way to intimacy, and at that moment, we both felt a connection form between us. More than lust, more than sex, those two emotions had been the seed and soil, but what grew out of them had deep roots, and joined us. Neither of us knew what the future held, but on a primal level, we sensed our futures had intertwined themselves somehow. 



Cassidy's lips woke me. We'd both drifted off, I remembered her breathing soft and slow on my chest. My eyes opened to find her staring at me, her own eyes glistening with tears, as she pressed her lips against mine. A kiss of desperation, it seemed, but I found myself kissing her back, and passion bloomed between us. My body reacted with enthusiasm, and she pulled me on top of her. 



"Yes," she breathed. 



Her fingernails scraped along my shoulders. Pain mixed with pleasure, and I pushed forcefully inside her. A moan, softer this time, filled the air between us. 



"Yes. Like this." 



Tears escaped from both of her eyes, and I hesitated. 



"Cassidy-." 



"No. Don't stop. Please. I need you...I need you like this. Please, Nick." 



An expression of extreme vulnerability filled her eyes, and she reached up and kissed me. Her hands gripped my ass at the same time, and she pulled me into her. Slowly, I thrust inside her. She broke our kiss, and her arms moved to my shoulders. 



"On top of me," she gasped. "Lay on top of me." 



I rested my full weight on her, and her arms circled my neck, pinning me against her. Her head jerked in a rough nod. 



"Yes. Yes. Now fuck me!" She bit my ear. "Use me!" 



The pain of her bite drove away my reservations. I slammed myself into her, enjoying the way her both writhed beneath me. I wasn't sure who was fucking who, but our lovemaking had turned animalistic, and she moaned and begged for more. Her head whipped from side to side, as I pounded into her, and my back felt on fire from her fingernails. 



When her teeth sunk into my shoulder, I lost it. My orgasm burst, and sweet release filled my body. Again, I held myself deep inside her, savagely enjoying each jet of my orgasm. Cassidy gasped for breath beneath me, and I sensed she'd orgasmed as well. 



Our lips met again. Her hands now caressed my neck and shoulders, as her passion cooled, and the intimacy returned. I broke the kiss early, and stared down at her. I could see wet streaks on either side of her face. 



"What? Why?" 



"Shhhh," she said and her hand covered my mouth. "Tears of joy, Nick." 



Her smile revealed the simple honesty of her statement, clearer than a dictionary full of words. My lips found her neck, and I ran my tongue up to her ear. 



"Lay on me, please," she asked, and hugged me to her. 



Silence enveloped us. Sweat and mingled juices pasted our bodies together, and I had to agree that she was right. Great sex is messy sex. 



Just as I felt fatigue slip over my body, she moved beneath me, and kissed my cheek. She tweaked my nose with her fingers, and flicked her head in the direction of the bathroom. 



"C'mon, stud." 



We managed to unstick ourselves, and she pulled me into the shower. The intimacy we'd felt before was nothing compared to what we shared under the hot spray. Soft kisses, light touches, and long, deep stares passed between us. She washed my body, and did a thorough job, and I returned the favor. Happy, satisfied smiles passed between us, and we stayed under the water until our skin pruned. She insisted on drying me, and of course, I insisted on the same thing, and we slipped beneath the sheets once again. 



Sleep claimed us both within minutes. 



Two things woke me the next morning. First, my body clock normally woke me up around five a.m. and today was no different. Even if that had failed though, the second thing would have woken me even if I'd died during the night. 



My eyes opened to find Cassidy's tongue hard at work on my morning wood. When she noticed me awake, she winked at me, and slid me inside her mouth. A low, happy moan flowed out of me, and I relaxed against the mattress and let her work her own magic. 



I'd like to say I lasted a long time, especially considering the night we'd just shared, but I didn't. Within minutes, I popped inside her mouth, and let waves of pleasure inundate me. No mess this time. Cassidy dropped a hand towel over my junk, before she slid up and kissed my cheek. 



"Good morning, sexy." 



"Hmmmm, good morning." A gigantic sigh blew out of my chest. "You didn't have to do that, you know." 



"I know," she said, and ran her hand over my chest. "I wanted to." 



Now that tomorrow had become today, I started to worry about what came next. She must have seen the direction of my thoughts, because she lay her head on my chest. My hand slid through her hair, and I tightened my grip on her body. 



"Last night," I began. 



"I know, Nick," she interrupted. "You don't have to say it." 



"Was amazing," I finished. "Every second of it." 



"But it's over, right." Her voice shook. "It was fun, baby, but..." 



"Cassidy." My voice sounded harsher than I intended. "Look at me." 



Her eyes met mine, and I could see her steeling herself. 



"I told you last night, I can't promise you an outcome," I reminded her, and tears started to well up in her eyes. "But I don't want things to end between us." 



Surprise washed over her face, and guarded optimism followed. "What do you mean?" 



"I mean you're not the only one who feels a connection between us." 



Muscles on her face twitched, and started to form into a smile, but she pushed it back, and sat up. "So what happens now?" 



"I need to speak with my wife," I replied. "Until that happens, I can't say what will happen next." 



"But you want to be with me," she repeated. 



"Yes." 



A radiant smile greeted my response, and she pulled me into a tight hug. I felt her shoulders tremble, and hugged her back. After she pulled back, she wiped her eyes, and slipped into the bathroom. A few moments later, she came back with tissues, and sat on the bed next to me. 



"I know you're not offering to leave your wife," she said. "I'm not that naïve." 



I nodded, and kept silent. It seemed the wisest course of action. 



"I'm just happy we'll get a chance to build on last night," she said, and dropped her eyes into her lap. "It was special." 



"To me as well," I replied. 



She dabbed at her eyes with the tissues, and then smiled at me. Something occurred to her, and she snapped her fingers. 



"Crap," she said. "You got a text." 



"A text?" 



"From Nicole," she clarified. 



"When?" 



"A few minutes ago." 



"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked and slid off the bed. 



"I did," she replied, and gave me a sheepish look. 



"Ohh, right." 



I checked my phone, and saw the text was less than ten minutes old. 



<em>Cool!</em> 



<em>Nicole: Coffee?</em> 



My eyes found Cassidy, and she nodded. "Go. I'll be here when you get back, and maybe we can visit the pool." 

<hr pg="2" />"Sounds good," I replied. 



<em>Me: Sure. Meet you in five!</em> 



A few seconds later. 



<em>Nicole: Great!</em> 



She'd been waiting for my response. A vision of my wife holding the phone flashed through my head, and I wasn't sure if I should feel guilty, happy, or vindicated. Either way, I needed to get moving. My clothes from last night littered the floor, and I started to put them on when Cassidy coughed. 



"Nick." 



"Yeah?" 



She pointed towards the door separating our rooms, and lifted her eyebrows. 



"Right," I replied. 



Our suites connected. <em>Duh!</em> I slipped into my suite, and found my overnight bag on the bed. A sigh of relief washed through me, because even though I'd tipped the valet, I still felt uncomfortable letting someone else handle my stuff. 



Four minutes passed, and I managed to get dressed and presentable in that time. When the elevator doors opened, I found Nicole standing nearby. 



Just Nicole. David was nowhere in sight. 



"Hi," I said. 



"Hey." 



"Where's this coffee place?" 



She pointed behind her, but didn't move. "That way." 



"Awesome." 



Nicole stood motionless, studying me with a curious expression. I refused to look or feel guilty, so I met her eyes. 



"What?" 



"You." 



"What, me?" 



"You're happy," she said. "No, scratch that, you're practically glowing." 



"Hey," I replied and pointed my finger at her. "Haven't I said those exact words to you?" 



Her lips smiled, but her eyes didn't. "I think you have." 



"Am I in trouble?" 



"Should you be?" 



"It's rude to answer a question, with a question." 



"No," she said after several seconds. "You're not in trouble." 



"Good to know. Are we getting coffee?" I gave her a tight smile. "The interrogation will go faster after I have some caffeine." 



"C'mon." 



We walked side by side, but separated, not as husband and wife. The distance between us resembled co-workers, or strangers, and I understood why. The hotel remained filled with people that had seen Nicole on David's arm all night. Her body language and expression were also cool, and I knew it wasn't just for appearances. 



My emotions felt jumbled, but one emotion eluded me completely. Guilt. Despite my best efforts, I just couldn't feel guilty about the last twenty-four hours. My wife could be angry all she wanted, but she'd started us down this path, and she couldn't blame me for walking it with her. 



"Pumpkin Spiced Latte," she ordered and paid for her own drink. 



"Venti Americano, with light room," I ordered behind her. 



As soon as she stepped away from the register, a man engaged her in conversation. I recognized him as the skinny one from last night. He seemed like the only adult in the group at the time, but now his eyes traveled over Nicole as if she were an amusement park ride. The smile on his face was smooth, focused, and oily. A predator who thought he'd found his prey alone and vulnerable. 



The barista finished my drink first, and I found a spot outside on the patio. Waiting for Nicole had become second nature, and I surfed the net on my phone. The coffee was excellent as usual, and it was a nice morning, combined with the holy-shit-amazing-sex from last night, and I felt damn good. 



My phone buzzed. 



<em>Cassidy: Thinking of you. How's it going?</em> 



<em>Me: Enjoying a starbucks, waiting on Nicole.</em> 



<em>Cassidy: Princess not there yet?</em> 



<em>Me: She's talking with someone.</em> 



<em>Cassidy: Ahh, well bring me back a Venti Americano. Light room. Dash of half-n-half, and three Splenda's. Plz! I'll make it worth your while.</em> 



<em>Me: Is that your normal drink?</em> 



<em>Cassidy: Yep. Everyday. Why?</em> 



<em>Me: I'll explain later. And I'll bring you your coffee! See you soon.</em> 



<em>Cassidy: Hurry back.</em> 



My eyes transferred from my phone back to Nicole. My position on the patio gave me a good view of her, without having to crane my neck. Another man had joined them, a black man, and they were all smiles. Nicole looked damn good. A tight top, halter-top style, and a matching long skirt with a generous split up the side. The cream-colored ensemble left her mid-section bare, and showed off her tan and amazing body. 



<em>Will I ever get her back? All to myself?</em> 



Uncomfortable questions, and I wasn't sure of the answer. Each time Nicole and I talked, she assured me this cuckold/hotwife ride would end, and we'd ride off into the sunset together. As she spoke with her two new friends, and her model-perfect smile flashed back and forth, I worried once again that I'd eventually lose her. Despite the night I'd just had with Cassidy, I didn't want my marriage to Nicole to end. 



I loved her. 



<em>Yeah, but does she still love you?</em> 



I'd finished half my coffee, and still no Nicole. Patience had given way to irritation, when David entered. He saw Nicole and his two friends talking, and within a few seconds, they were all laughing. Nicole slipped under his arm, and pressed herself against him, looking like she belonged there. Not once did I see her glance in my direction. 



<em>Fuck it!</em> 



I left the patio, and ordered Cassidy's drink. Nicole, David, and their little clique had moved their roadshow outside, and were now talking in the lobby. 



In addition to Cassidy's coffee, I added a couple of scones. My stomach had started grumbling, and I suspected Cassidy was hungry as well. The drink and food came at the same time, and I headed towards the elevators. 



No reaction from Nicole. No smile. No glance. Nothing. Zip, Zilch, Nada. 



<em>Invisible cuckold husband...that's me. Or maybe not.</em> 



"What's wrong?" 



Cassidy sensed my mood as soon as she opened the door. 



"Had a great conversation with my wife," I replied. 



"Really?" 



"Nope. Not a word." She took her coffee with a question on her face. "She met me at the elevators, and we exchanged a few words, but when we got to Starbucks she met some friends from last night." 



"So?" 



"So, she stayed to talk with them, leaving me on the patio alone, and then when David arrived, I knew she wouldn't make time to speak with me." I sighed. "So I ordered your coffee, and some food, and then left. By the way, you and I have exactly the same Starbucks order. What a coincidence." 



"I told you we had a connection." 



"Yeah, yeah." 



"What did she say when you left?" 



"Nothing," I replied tightly. "I doubt she realizes even now that I'm gone." I showed her my phone. "See, no texts." 



"Nick, I'm sorry." 



"Why are you sorry?" 



"I'm not," she clarified, and then added. "It's just that no one should be treated that way, especially by their spouse." 



"Forget it," I said and waved dismissively. "What are your plans for the day?" 



She smiled. "No plans. I'm all yours, if you want me." 



"Awesome. Let me make a call or two, and then we'll get out of this room." 



"I'll shower while you make your calls," she said over her shoulder. 



I watched as her clothes slipped off her body, and she gave me an inviting smile, before she disappeared into the steam. I burned that little video into my brain. 



My first phone call was to check on the girls. They were fine, having just gotten up. Jasmine asked if she could 'veg out' at home, and April wanted to see a movie that evening, but was otherwise they were okay with staying home. I let them know when I'd be home, and told them to call if they needed anything. I could almost envision Jasmine giving me the eye roll. 



The next phone call was for room service. I ordered a light breakfast, complete with mimosas. Scones weren't going to cut it. After Nicole's behavior this morning, a sense of freedom buoyed my spirits, and I couldn't seem to stop smiling. 



Room service arrived, just as Cassidy stepped out of the shower. I tipped the guy, and closed the door, just as she stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked. Well, <em>not completely naked,</em> she had a towel around her hair. 



"Whoa! That was close," I said. 



She winked at me, and sauntered over. "You ordered food." 



"Woman. I'm starving." 



"Eat then, my hungry man," she said and patted me on the chest. "Save me some bacon, I'll be done in a minute." 



She kissed my cheek, before scooping up her mimosa. 



"Let's eat on the patio," I suggested. 



"'Kay." 



Did I say light breakfast? Not so much. 



I'd ordered a waffle, because...well, because waffles are awesome. Scrambled eggs, bacon, fruit, and a parfait that sounded good. I'd seen Cassidy eat them at work, so I felt confident she'd like it. 



"Okay," she said as she sat with me. "Good call on breakfast." 



We scarfed and scarfed and scarfed, until the plates were clean, and happy, satisfied smiles lit our faces. The sun had risen, and brought along a beautiful morning. 



"So," I began. "Any idea what you want to do?" 



"You mean outside the bedroom, right?" 



"Yes," I said. "With clothes." 



"Okay. G-rated. Gotcha." She winked at me. "This may sound strange, but let's check out." 



"Check out?" 



"Yeah," she said with a nod. "We've seen the hotel. I'm not much for hanging around the pool, especially after last night." She shrugged. "Let's go somewhere." 



A thought occurred to me. "You like wine?" 



"Love wine." 



"I've got the perfect idea." 



* * * 



The television allowed me to check out. We packed up, and were descending in the elevator less than thirty minutes later. Cassidy tried to get me naked once more, but I exercised steely discipline, and insisted we leave. 



<em>That's my story, and I'm sticking to it</em>. 



As we exited the elevator, guess who we ran into? Yep, you guessed it. Nicole and David, coming down the hallway, and we couldn't avoid them. They were dressed for the pool, David in board shorts, and a polo. My wife wore a sheer cover-up, and an R-rated bikini underneath. I'd never seen it before, so I suspected David bought it for her. She completed her outfit with high heels. A little too close to stripper heels for me, but I had to admit they showed off her legs. 



If they'd been alone, we might have exchanged some words, but it seemed David carried an entourage around with him. The two men I'd seen earlier were still with them. They tried to keep their eyes away from Nicole, and they failed miserably. Par for the course. 



It didn't bother me. 



Really, it didn't. 



What bothered me, and seriously pissed me off, was the head douchebag from last night was in David's entourage. An ugly, superior smile on his face, and his eyes locked onto my wife's ass. Since he was bringing up the rear, I guess he felt safe enough to stare. A small part of me blamed Nicole, because the bikini was close to a thong, and way to revealing for a resort hotel with families. Still the douchebag should still be sitting in a small room, with a redneck called bubba who wanted to explore his sexuality. My fists clenched. 



"It's okay, Nick." Cassidy whispered in my ear, and pressed herself against me. "I doubt they'll even see us." 



"That prick is with them." 



"Yep, I saw him," she replied. "Smug bastard, isn't he?" 



"I've never met someone who needed an ass-kicking more than him." 



"He'll get it. Guys like him always do." 



The cool kids breezed right by us. I thought I saw a flicker of recognition from Nicole, but no one else spared us a glance. In fairness, the hallway was wide and the resort crowded. 



As we passed by, I also noticed something else...dark smudges on Nicole, but from my angle I couldn't tell if they were a part of the cover-up, or something else. I knew they weren't bruises, she wouldn't put up with that, and she wouldn't be on his arm if he'd abused her. No, I told myself they were some sort of design in the fabric. 



"Let's enjoy the day," Cassidy said, and kissed my cheek. 



"Good idea." 



The valet had my Mustang waiting. A 1969, Acapulco Blue, white interior, air conditioning, and an engine that pumped out several hundred horses. 



<em>A beautiful car in front me, a gorgeous woman on my arm, and the whole day in front of us, life doesn't suck.</em> 



A couple of twenties to the Valet for taking care of my baby, and I stowed our stuff in the trunk. Cassidy slid into passenger seat, a big smile pasted on her face. I revved the engine, and she laughed like a teenager, before tickled my thigh. 



"Punch it!" 



Immature. Unsafe. Fun. 



I left a little rubber on the resorts driveway. The valet gave me a thumbs-up in the rearview mirror, and just was I turned my attention back to the road, something flickered in my peripheral vision. 



Nicole. 



She stepped out of the hotel, and her head craned in several directions. My eyes found the road, before I could identify the expression on her face. I considered turning around, but one glance at Cassidy, and I shoved that idea out of the car. She had my cell number if an emergency came up. In the meantime, I planned to enjoy the day with the gorgeous woman in the passenger seat. 



Nicole could enjoy her day with David and the douchebag. 



* * * 



"So where are you taking me?" 



A mischievous smile split my lips. "It's a surprise." 



"How long will it take us to get there?" 



"Ummmm, a good forty-five minutes," I replied. "The route is scenic though, so it's a pretty drive." 



"Forty-five minutes?" 



"Give or take, but yeah, about that." 



"Good." She unclipped her seatbelt. "I have time for this." 



Her hands found the buttons on my shorts, and a second later, her head dipped down to my lap. A classic mustang, beautiful Texas Hill country, and a gorgeous blonde bobbing her head in my lap. 



<em>Maybe it's time to throw away my cuckold horns.</em> 



We started in Gruene, Texas. They had a farmers market going on, and we toured shops and kiosks. A winery just down the road offered wine-tastings, so we signed up, and I bought several bottles. Cassidy found a necklace she liked, and when we left the store, she was still thanking me. 



We left Gruene, and headed for Sisterdale. I tiny town, with a beautiful winery, and we joined a group for another wine tasting. We received several compliments about being such a 'cute couple', and Cassidy beamed at each one, and pressed herself against me. Of course, I bought more wine, and then on to Luckenbach, Texas. 



It's interesting to me how many Texans have never visited Luckenbach. Add Cassidy to that list. Despite growing up in the hill country, she'd never made the trip. The place was crowded, which is unusual for Luckenbach. As I pulled in to a parking spot, an older man waved at me. 



"You here for the car show?" 



"Nope," I replied. "Just out for a drive." 



"Still time to enter," he said, and his eyes drooled over my baby. I mean the Mustang. "You'll probably win something." 



"No thanks. We'll take a look though." 



"Tickets are over there," he waved in the direction the crowd was heading. 



"Thanks." 



"Why don't you enter?" Cassidy asked after we purchased tickets. 



I shrugged. "Because, it would spoil our day." 



She squeezed my arm, and kissed my cheek. "Good answer." 



We spent the next hour walking among the cars. Cassidy patiently indulged my passion for antique and classic cars, an amused smile on her face as I pontificated on the small details of each model. She even listened attentively, as I waxed poetically about the difference between the late 60's monsters, and whimpy mid-70's mice that Detroit turned out. 



After her second yawn, I got us back on the road. Everyone has their limits. We ate lunch in Fredericksburg, walked along the main street and visited the shops. Cassidy had her turn to point out all the 'cute' items, and I smiled as she picked through the stuff on sale. Afterwards, we visited several wineries along highway 290, and I bought enough wine for a year. We exchanged smiles, meaningful glances, and we held hands almost constantly. 



What did it mean? 



I'm not sure, and I don't think she knew either. 



We headed back to Cassidy's apartment, and she grew quiet along the ride. A sense of resignation settled over her. 



"What's on your mind?" 



"Today." 



"What about it?" 



"How perfect it was," she said. "I'm sad that it's ending." 



"Yeah, me too." 



"Nick." She turned in her seat. "If things don't go well with Nicole, don't put your marriage in jeopardy." 



"What's that mean?" 



"As much as I want to be with you, I don't want to be the reason you and Nicole separate. You're a good man, a good father, and Nicole deserves the opportunity to hang onto you." 



"Nicole and I are a long ways from separating," I replied. "The last thirty-six hours hasn't gone the way I expected, but I don't regret a second of it." I squeezed her hand. "Not a second." 



"Me either." 



She unclipped her seatbelt, but this time, she leaned on my shoulder, and we drove in silence until we reached her apartment. Cassidy opened the door, while I started packing stuff up to her apartment. We haggled over the wine, and she wanted to keep as much as possible. When I cocked my head at her, she gave me a conspiratorial smile. 



"I'm keeping it to entice you to visit me," she said when I dropped off the last case. 



"You don't need-." 



Her lips against mine cut off my sentence. A hint of desperation laced the passionate kiss, and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. This wasn't a prelude to sex, it was the last emotional gasp of an amazing day, and Cassidy's way of ending our time together. Despite everything we'd discussed, she thought our time had ended, and I had to acknowledge that she might be right. 



"Go," she said, and patted my chest. "Or I'm going to drag you into the bedroom, and never let you go." 



"I'll call you." 



I hated the words as soon as they left my mouth. So trite. So empty. Her brave smile and jerky nod made me feel even worse. The door sounded ominous when it closed, almost as if I'd stepped off another cliff. 



* * * 



My sense of happiness lasted until I pulled into the driveway and saw Nicole's car. She wasn't due back yet. A long sigh left my lungs, and I mentally prepared for what lay inside my home. With no idea what to expect, I headed inside. 



"Daaaaad!" 



Jasmine and April were watching TV, and both of them got up and wrapped me in a hug. 



<em>So far, So good!</em> 



"We missed you." 



"Missed you too." I hugged them, one under each arm. "You guys picked a movie yet?" 



"Nope." 



"No." 



"We were waiting for you, honey." 



A new voice joined us, and all us turned to see Nicole step out of the bedroom. Wearing simple shorts, and a polo, she'd pulled her hair back in a simple ponytail, and still managed to look gorgeous. A tentative smile played across her lips, as our eyes met. 



"You two pick," I said and squeezed the girls again." 



"Awesome!" April said and named a movie. 



Her older sister rolled her eyes. "No, I want to see something else." 



"Tell ya what," I said. "Everyone can see their own movie. April's old enough to see a movie by herself, if she wants." 



"Can our friends come?" 



"Of course," Nicole added. "Why don't you call them?" 



Lickety-split, the girls headed upstairs to call their friends. 



"If you want to have dinner with your friends first, that's fine, you're friends are welcome," I shouted after them. 



"'kay, dad. Thanks," a faint voice replied. 



Nicole slipped her arms around me, and pressed her head against my chest. The difference in her body and Cassidy's body registered for a moment, but I shut the comparison down. It wasn't appropriate, or fair, too either one of them. 



"I missed you." 



My lips brushed her hair. "Missed you too. I didn't expect to see you home." 



She shrugged against me, but didn't reply, and we stayed in each other's arms, reconnecting after an unusual separation. So far, things were going much better than I expected. 

<hr pg="3" />My wife finally let go of me, and pulled me out to the patio. I worried she'd want sex, and after the last night with Cassidy, I didn't think I had it in me. I'm only human, and I left my twenties a long time ago. 



Patio was good. Patio was neutral ground. I knew I could handle myself on the patio. 



"We need to talk," she said. 



I sat down, and motioned for her to continue. 



"I know you've wanted to talk about our relationship with David for a while," she began. "I'm sorry, I didn't make time sooner." 



"That's okay." I let her off the hook. "We've been busy." 



"The event at the resort." 



"What about it?" 



"Why was Cassidy there? Did you invite her?" 



"No," I replied. "I was as surprised as you that she showed up." 



"I don't under-." 



"Cynthia invited her," I replied. 



"Ahhh," she replied. "I see." 



"Do you?" 



"What do you mean?" 



I let that question hang in the air, marinating, until I was ready to sear the living shit out of it. Several seconds passed, before I shifted the conversation back to where it belonged. 



"Why are you here?" 



"What? This is our home." 



"No, I mean, why did you come home early? You said you were staying the weekend with David. Now you're here?" I paused. "Why?" 



"Oh," she replied and dropped her head. "Well, things with David are...complex, right now. I needed time and distance to think." 



I sighed. "I thought we came out here to talk." 



"We did." 



"Out with it then, why are things complex?" 



She leaned forward, and she did that thing where her hair conceals her face. Seconds ticked by, and I considered leaving her on the patio. I wanted a shower, and a beer, but I knew if I left, it would only make things worse. 



"David was upset after the police were called at the resort. He doesn't blame you," she clarified quickly. "But a police report has been filed now, and one of those young men is planning to campaign for political office soon." 



"Which one?" 



"The one who offered Cassidy a drink." She shook her head. "I mean all he did was offer her a drink, and then she throws it in his face and punches his friend." 



My fists clenched in my lap, and my temper started to evaporate. Snapping at my wife would feel great, but I knew that road wouldn't lead anywhere positive. 



"Sooooo," I began. "It's Cassidy's fault. Is that your opinion, or David's?" 



"C'mon, Nick. Every woman should be handle getting hit on." 



"Nicole." I sat forward, and held her eyes. "I was there. I saw the expression on his face, and the faces of his friends. That drink had something in it." 



"Honey-." 



I held up a hand. "Even if the drink was fine, she asked them to leave her alone. She asked them to get out of her way, so she could leave. Finally, she let them know she was with someone." I took a breath. "Those predators had every opportunity to leave her alone, and they didn't. In fact, one of them tried to prevent her from leaving, and that's when she punched him." 



"They tell a different story." 



"Of that, I have no doubt." I gave her an icy smile. "What's their excuse for the drugs?" 



Her eyes dropped. "Not good." 



"Yeah, I can totally see how that entire situation was Cassidy's fault." 



"Already taking up for her, aren't you?" 



"Somebody should," I shot back. "If she hadn't punched that guy, I would have, Nicole. And I don't give a shit about their family connections or political careers. None of that justifies the way they were acting towards her." 



Her eyes narrowed. "Well, I can see you've already made up your mind." 



"Damn right," I replied. "Why was that douchebag with your group the next morning?" 



"I'm not sure," she said with a shake of her head. "I think his father and David spoke with the police." 



"Must be nice." The sarcasm in my voice didn't help, but I couldn't help myself. "That can't be the only reason things with David are complex." 



"It's not," she replied. "He wants more." 



"Like what?" 



"Travel, more weekends together," she said. "He wants me to move more of my stuff in with him, and spend the night during the week." 



"I see. Doesn't leave us much of a marriage." 



"I know, Nick. That's why I told him no." She shrugged. "He didn't take it well." 



"What did he say?" 



"That we weren't serious about this relationship." 



"Really?" 



"He's more dominant than Collin," she replied. "He wants more of my time, and he wants more control over our relationship." 



"And what do you think?" 



"Part of me wants him to take control. You know I like that in a man, and I enjoy his company. I'd love to spend more time with him, and going away for a weekend sounds like a lot of fun." 



"But?" 



"But I'm having a hard time seeing where David and I end, and you and I begin. I'm worried our marriage will get squeezed out, a little at time, until there's nothing left." She paused, met my eyes, and then looked away. "Especially, if I give into him." 



"What?" I asked. 



"He doesn't play fair," she whispered. 



"Did he hurt you?" 



"NO! Of course not." 



"Then, what's he doing that isn't playing fair." 



Tears welled up in her eyes, and she took a deep, shaky breath before responding. "He wants me to have his child, Nick. He knows I want another baby, and he's offering to give me one." She paused. "Give us one." 



"I wondered if you were going to tell me, or just show up pregnant and claim it was an accident." 



"I would never!" 



"Save it," I replied with a dismissive wave. "David's been suggesting this for a while, hasn't he?" 



"Yes." 



More of a sigh, than an actual answer, and her hair slid forward again, concealing her face. Our conversation sucked, but at least we were finally being honest with each other. 



"Is that why you left early?" 



"That was most of it," she replied. "David kept asking me to stop taking my birth control pills, and then he grew angry when I wouldn't. He said you'd love for me to get pregnant. It made things awkward between us." She took a breath. "And then I didn't handle Cassidy well. I'm sorry about Starbucks, Nick. 



"Yeah, that was...unexpected." 



"You're right. I behaved badly, but I was angry, and you were obviously happy, and that made me feel even worse." 



"I see." 



"I tried to apologize before you left, but I missed you." 



"Apology accepted." 



"So between the cops, David's insistence on knocking me up, and Cassidy, our weekend at the Resort was a bust." She laughed. "We didn't even have sex." 



"That's too bad," I joked. 



"You can't say the same though, can you?" Her voice shook slightly. "You and Cassidy..." 



I knew what she meant. "Yes." 



Her lips pursed together, and a bitter expression washed across her face, before she pushed it away, and offered me an insincere smile. "I'm happy for you." 



"Liar." 



"Okay." A wry grin appeared. "I'm not happy for you. I'm jealous, and angry, and worried. She's so beautiful, smart, and clearly taken with you. Her body is amazing, and she hasn't had kids yet, so nothing droops on her." 



I couldn't help laughing. The situation was surreal. 



"I'm glad you think my feelings are so funny." 



"It's not that, Nikki." 



"Then what?" 



"The shoe is officially on the other foot, honey. The feelings you just described have been my constant companions since we started this ride." 



"I thought you enjoyed it." 



"I do, but I still worry. I still get angry, and jealous, and humiliated that you find pleasure with other men." 



"Why didn't you say anything?" 



"Shit woman, I did. I have. Plenty of times." I shrugged. "You just didn't hear me." 



"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't realize..." 



"It's fine," I replied. "I signed up for it." 



"So you and Cassidy," she started. "Where's that going?" 



"I don't know," I replied. "Truthfully, we didn't make any promises to one another, and we didn't make plans for the future." 



"She wants you." 



"She knows I'm married." 



Nicole snorted. "Since when did that stop a woman." 



"Does that mean you're going to leave me for David? He wants you! He wants to take you away for weekends, travel, and impregnate you. Can you honestly say he doesn't want you all to himself?" 



"No, but that's different." 



I chuckled. "I don't see how." 



"It just is. I can't explain it, but it just is." 



"I think the difference is that I'm better at sharing than you are." 



"Maybe." 



"Why don't you meet with Cassidy? Just the two of you. Have lunch, get your nails done, or go to a Spa. I'll pay for it, and I think it'll make you feel better." 



"You really like her, don't you?" 



"Yeah," I admitted. "I do." 



"I'll think about it." 



"Thank you," I replied. "Now I'd like to grab a shower before we go. Are we done for now?" 



"Yes. Thanks for listening." 



"Thanks for being honest." 



She smiled at me. "You're welcome." 



We walked back inside, and Nicole went to check on the girls. I grabbed a beer, and headed for the shower. The beer tasted great, and the shower hit the spot. I was dressing in the closet when my wife entered. I guess she didn't realize I was still getting dressed, because she stopped and then tried to retreat, but not before I saw it. Saw them. 



Tattoos. Big ones. 



We'd agreed that since she was seeing David, we'd minimize the amount of time we'd spend together in our underwear, unless I was wearing a chastity belt. Similar to our agreement with Collin, I could only see Nicole naked or in her underwear if I my cock was locked away. We lived together, so accidents happened...like today. 



Nicole stepped into the closet wearing sheer thong panties, and a matching bra. Neither one came close to covering up the large black tattoo that now occupied a big part of her hip, another one sat behind her shoulder, and a nice tramp stamp over her ass completed the ensemble. My mouth dropped open, and I slowly connected the dots...or tattoos. 



The smudges I'd seen, they weren't part of the fabric! 



"What the fuck!" 



"It's nothing," she said quickly. 



"Nothing?" I pointed at her hip. "You have a huge black, spade tattoo on your hip, and it's nothing? Are fucking kidding me? What are the others?" 



"They're not tattoos!" She shot back. "David drew it them on with a sharpie. He minored in art in college, and he was just playing around. They'll wear off." 



"He wants you to get a tattoo though, doesn't he?" 



"Yes." She held her hands up. "I wasn't sure where to put it, so he drew me some designs. It's my decision though, so don't get angry. I'm just thinking about it." 



"Tattoo's mean something, Nicole." 



She nodded. "Yeah, I know. Like I said, it's complicated." 



"Enlighten me." 



"All of them are a variation on the same theme." She showed them to me, one at a time, and each one had a black spade at the center. "He said it's called a Queen of Spades tattoo," she said. "Women who prefer black men get them. It's a way of advertising her preferences." 



"Is that right?" I was vaguely familiar with the topic, but I wanted her to keep talking. This type of tattoo tended to have multiple meanings. "Are you a queen of spades now?" 



"Sort of," she said and her cheeks colored. "I do like sex with Black men. That's pretty obvious, right?" 



"All black men?" 



"Knock it off, of course not." 



"Damn, Nikki," I said with a shake of my head. "You're worried about Cassidy, when all this shit is happening with David?" 



"You're overreacting. A tattoo is not a big deal. Most people won't know the meaning, and I can put it where no one can see it." 



"Only someone who sees you in your underwear or in a bikini." 



"Exactly. And right now, only two people will ever see it." 



The way she stopped talking, and the embarrassed expression that washed over her face were dead giveaways. Once again, she wasn't telling me everything. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her. Silence became my weapon. She held out for a few seconds, but I saw her resolve weaken. 



"Right now?" 



She looked away. 



"Right now?" I repeated. 



"You won't understand." She sighed and shook her head, and then met my eyes. "He wants to share me." 



"Share you?" 



"Yes. Share me." 



"With who?" 



She shook her head, and started to leave the closet. My hand snapped out and gripped her arm. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but plenty strong enough to keep her from leaving. 



"With who, Nicole!" 



"Friends," she whispered. "Clients. Maybe, he didn't give me a specific list." 



"Let me guess," I snapped. "His black friends and his black clients. Right? That's the reason for the tattoo." 



"It's one of the reasons," she admitted. "He wants me to acknowledge being 'black-owned', and he wants you to acknowledge it as well. There's a cuckold tattoo, and he wants you to get one. He said it's consistent with his role as our dominant." 



"When were you going to tell me?" 



"Nick, I'm not even sure it's something I want," she insisted. "He drew these before I left, and asked me to consider it. That's all." 



"Just consider it," I repeated flatly. 



"Yes. We don't have to do it. It's our choice. If you and I agree, he knows a tattoo artist who specializes in this type of work. The words "Black Owned" would be added to both our tattoos." She squeezed my hand. "He showed me some designs, and they're really pretty. I think you'd like the cuckold one." 



"Well, as long as they're pretty." 



"Fuck you!" 



"Y'know what, Nikki," I snapped back. "I'm not interested, not in a tattoo, and I'm also not in having David as our dominant." 



"Damn it, Nick. Just think about it," she retorted. "It's not that different than what we're already doing. For all practical purposes, David is our dominant, and we both like it." 



"Bullshit." She shook her head, and started to leave. "That's it? That's the sum total of our discussion?" 



"You're not willing to listen, so what's the point," she said, and dropped her eyes to my junk. A smile played along her lips, when she met my eyes again. "Besides, you're not wearing your cage, and until you put it on, I'm not going to talk to you about this anymore. You know you're not supposed to see me like this anyway." 



"Is that right?" 



"Yes." 



"Nicole, a chastity belt just became unnecessary, because I'm not interested in anything between your legs. Run around naked if you want, trust me, you've got nothing I want." 



"Really?" 



"Damn straight." 



"It's not like I'd feel you anyway." 



My temper had long since disappeared, and so had hers. We'd stopped arguing, and now focused on causing each other as much pain as possible. 



"Get the tattoo," I hissed. "Fucking get all of them. Let David pimp you out to his friends and clients. Just leave the girls and me before you start earning a living on your back." 



I saw the slap coming, and did nothing to avoid it. Her palm impacted my cheek, and I felt every workout she'd done in the last six months. My wife was petite, not weak, and a hot, stinging fire enveloped the entire left side of my face, and I rocked back on my heels. 



The pain felt like a cold splash of water. It extinguished my anger, and washed away my fear. Sure, I could have avoided the slap. I could have ducked, or caught her wrist, but I didn't, because I'd earned a slap and worse. 



Nicole's hands covered her face, and her shoulders shook. I wrapped my arms around her, and she cried into my chest. We'd said some mean and hateful things to each other, and I just hoped we'd be able to get past it. 



"I'm sorry," I whispered and kissed her head. "I'm so sorry, Nikki." 



She nodded and wriggled closer to me. 



"How," she asked a few minutes later. "How did we get here?" 



"We played with fire," I replied. 



"Yeah," she said and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry too, Nick." 



"How's my cheek look?" 



"Let me get you some ice." 



She put on some shorts, covered her hand-drawn tattoo, and left for the ice. I took a seat on the bed, and thought of Cassidy. I'd only been home a few hours, and I'd already been slapped. 



<em>Fuck!</em> 



Nicole returned and held the ice pack against my cheek. It felt great. We stared at each other for a few minutes, before I motioned towards her hip. 



"So, you going to make those tattoos permanent or what?" 



"Will you leave me, if I do?" 



"Honestly, I'm not sure," I said. "I'm not comfortable with David's plans." 



"Requests." 



"Whatever. I don't want to see you used in that way, I can't be a part of that, I'm sorry." I sighed. "I love you too much to see you passed around like a plaything." 



She didn't respond, and she wouldn't meet my eyes. 



"Is that what you want?" I pressed. "Be honest, please." 



"I don't know." She shrugged and motioned with her hands. "Sometimes. It's exciting, and sexy, and erotic. David brings out a submissive side of me that I love, but have a hard time controlling. The idea of being desired, and used by sexy black men, it turns me on. Surrendering to David's will," she said, and then shivered. "It's...appealing." 



"Wow." 



"Shocked?" 



"Yeah, a bit, I guess," I said. "I mean I obviously know you like black men, and David really trips your trigger, but I never thought you'd consider going this far." 



"I won't, if it means I'll lose you." 



"You're sure." 



A second's hesitation, and then she replied. "Yes." 



"But..." 



"But I'd like to leave the conversation open, continue discussing it, and see if it's something you'll consider." She stepped close to me, and slid her hand over my chest. "I'm sure we can find a way for you to participate, if you want. And I'd be safe, I promise you." 



I searched for an answer, but before I discovered one, our daughters informed us they were ready to go. Nicole kissed my cheek, and we left for the movies. 



Dinner was great, and the girls disappeared into their respective theatres with their friends. Nicole and I opted for a romantic comedy, and just as the trailers for upcoming movies started, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Nicole gave me a sidelong glance, and I winced, before leaving the theatre. 



<em>David: Nick. Play some golf tomorrow.</em> 



<em>Me: Sure.</em> 



<em>David: Excellent. I'll get us a tee time, and send you the details.</em> 



<em>Me. Fine. Thanks.</em> 



<em>David: Lots to discuss, right.</em> 



<em>Me. You have no idea.</em> 



<em>David: Oh, I do. Believe me. See you tomorrow.</em> 



I started to turn my phone off when it buzzed again. <em>Enough, David!</em> 



The text wasn't from David. Cassidy's name appeared on the display. I opened the message and almost dropped phone. She'd sent me a small video file. 



Of herself. 



Naked. 



On her bed...with a bottle of wine. 



"I miss you!" 



Her voice pierced my brain, as her naked body writhed over the sheets. My eyes had locked on the video, and I played it repeatedly, until a small band of teenagers walked by. Beads of sweat had popped out over my forehead, and my heart thudded in my chest. I wanted to see her again, not as her boss, and not as her coworker. I wanted to taste her lips, feel her body, and slip inside her. 



Several deep breaths, and I wiped my head, before I stepped back into the theatre. Thank goodness the movie had started! 



As I sat down, and sipped my overpriced soda, I took stock of our lives. 



<em>David wanted to control us.</em> 



<em>Nicole wanted David to pimp her out to his friends and clients.</em> 



<em>Cassidy, my girlfriend?, wanted me...well, wanted me for everything.</em> 



<em>Me? I wanted the train to stay on the damn tracks, but that looked increasingly unlikely.</em> 



<em>As for the whole baby/pregnancy thing...I haven't forgotten about it.</em> 



<em>I'll just add it to the list!</em>

