TITLE    : Walking The Path Ch. 01
STORYID  : walking-the-path-ch-01
SUMMARY  : Nicole and Collin take a trip and Nick deals with Sheila.
AUTHOR   : JayCuck@lit
DATE     : 2013-12-12
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |hotwife|cuckold|


<em>Please Read!!</em>



<em>I've taken this next series in a new direction and not everyone will like it. This series will continue to feature, creampies, chastity belt usage, sissy themes, lesbian encounters, dom/sub situations and of course, lots of messy sex (the best kind).</em>



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



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The drive home seemed to take forever, as I fought the urge to drive back to Collin's and ask Nicole to come home. Even though I'd agreed to Nicole staying over the whole weekend, I couldn't escape the feeling that I'd just crossed yet another threshold in this lifestyle. Another mile down the Hotwife Highway, with a cuckold husband access road of course and divorce as the final destination. Our empty driveway was dimly lit as I pulled in, shut off the engine and just sat in the car staring out the windshield. My heart was racing and my mind was a jumble of conflicted emotions, laced heavily with lust and excitement. I trudged inside and flopped down on the couch, flipped on the TV and closed my eyes.



The house was silent and empty, thanks to grandma and grandpa, because they had arranged for all the grandkids to spend the weekend at their house. It was a nice break for the parents, even if the kids grumbled a little at having to spend the weekend away from home. The grandparents spoiled their grandkids to an unbelievable level, so it wasn't <em>that</em> much of an inconvenience for the kids.



A huge sense of relief washed through me, as I realized once again, that I wouldn't have to make excuses to Jasmine and April, for why Nicole wasn't spending the weekend at home. It was a lucky coincidence that probably wouldn't be repeated, so we'd need to discuss the next weekend (if there was one) well in advance.



Eventually I dragged my sorry, horny ass off the couch and rummaged through the refrigerator and pieced together a light meal, from leftovers and scraps. The empty house echoed with the sounds from the kitchen and I couldn't help feeling a little depressed. The frantic sounds of my wife and kids that normally filled our home were absent and tonight, I was all by myself. I grabbed my laptop and randomly surfed the net, while I munched on the re-heated leftovers.



Nicole and I had a few email accounts that we'd accumulated over the years and I went through the tedious process of clearing them out. We used the same site for all of our emails, because it let us 'link' them all together. Our first joint email account was old and jam-packed with spam. I wanted to close it out, but a lot of our extended family still used it, so Nicole wanted to leave it open.



Our most recent email address was actually pretty clean, so I moved on to my personal email account and found it empty. I really didn't use it, because I spent so much time at work and all my correspondence went to our joint email anyway. I'd set it up to have another email, just for the websites that I visited a lot. No, not porn, but other websites.



The last linked email account was Nicole's and I never checked it because it was her personal account. When she setup the account, Nicole said I could check it anytime, but it never seemed important and I also didn't want to invade her privacy. While she had given me permission, I still felt as though I was invading her privacy if I checked it without her knowledge. As I stared at the screen, my fingers poised above the keyboard, I felt hugely conflicted.



<em>It's her personal account Nick, just leave it alone</em>. I thought.



<em>Yea, but she didn't have a boyfriend when she set it up and she said you could check it anytime.</em>



I was arguing with myself now.



<em>True, but it's still her personal account, not yours. She deserves your trust.</em>



My fingers quickly typed the password to the email account and I pressed enter, before my conscience could get the better of me. I felt like a complete asshole and a deep sense of betrayal washed through my body, as I accessed her email account.



Aside from the normal amount of spam and email subscriptions to her favorite stores, Nicole's email was empty. I looked through the email folders she'd created and there was nothing from Collin. I shook my head and the feeling of betrayal grew stronger.



"I'm such a fucking loser." I said out loud and I resolved to tell Nicole, as soon as she got home.



Nicole deserved better from me and I didn't want any secrets between us. I logged out of the email account and shut down the computer. The house was empty and for the first time in a long time, I felt lonely and unsure how to spend my free time.



I checked the clock on the wall, it was still early and I knew that my team would still be at the bar celebrating Sheila's promotion. I was conflicted about attending because Sheila seemed intent on creating something between us and I knew that was a really horrible idea. It would look bad however, if I didn't show up and make an appearance at least. The team expected me to support Sheila and I knew Sheila expected it as well. Besides, I'd told everyone that I would stop by and while I could make some excuse, it would not sit well with everyone.



It only took me a few minutes to change and fire up the mustang. It was a bad idea to drive the mustang tonight, because I'd be parking in a public parking lot, which seemed to invite people to smack my car with their doors. I needed a pick-me-up though and decided a ding or two was worth it. I wanted to get the car repainted anyway and getting a few dings would give me just the excuse I needed.



The bar the team chose was known for their strong margaritas and nacho's and I resolved to only drink one beer, say a few nice words and then leave. I figured I'd stop by a sports bar on the way home and watch ESPN or something, as a way to kill some time. The idea of sitting at home, in an empty house, thinking of Nicole and Collin, definitely didn't appeal to me.



The bar was completely packed when I arrived and I had to park across the street. That was actually a good thing, because I found a spot at the end of the row, underneath a street light. Hopefully, that would keep my car from getting stolen or mutilated. The noise and heat of the bar washed over me, as I entered and I looked for my team. I could have found them if I was blind, because I just needed to listen for the loudest group in the bar.



I couldn't help smiling as I approached, because everyone was talking and laughing together and I was glad my team was so tight. A few people from other departments had joined and they'd pulled some tables together. I estimated that there were about 10 -- 12 people in the group, with Sheila in the middle and it looked like she was just finishing a toast as I approached. I couldn't hear the punch line or how she ended it, but everyone laughed and raised a glass. Just as she was about to sit down, she saw me approaching and her face lit up; which caused everyone to look in my direction of course.



"Niiiiiiick!!!!"



The tables erupted with my name and it seemed like everyone in the bar turned in our direction. My face grew hot and I raised a hand and gave the table a wave. Everyone started shuffling chairs to make room for me and I ended up sitting next to Sheila, which was the opposite of what I wanted. I decided to make the best of it.



Someone shouted out. "Hey Nick. Where's Nicole? Did you get a kitchen pass or something?" Everyone laughed.



I didn't see who asked the question, but of course, that had to be the first fucking question.



"Nicole is hanging out with some friends for the entire weekend, so my kitchen pass is for the next two days. Thank you very much!"



Everyone laughed again and the conversation turned to other subjects and I was relieved not to be the center of attention anymore. The waitress stopped by and I ordered a beer. Sheila was talking with two girls on the other side of her and I made polite conversation with a few of the individuals around me. They weren't in my section, but we'd worked in the same general area long enough that we'd gotten to know each other.



I could swear someone was helping me drink my beer, because it was finished in no time. I ordered another and started to relax a little. Sheila hadn't said more than a few words to me and I was hoping that situation would continue. My second beer arrived at the same time as my cell phone buzzed, indicating that I had a text message with a picture. As discretely as possible, I checked my phone's display and my heart leapt into my throat. The text was from Collin and I quickly shoved my phone back into my pocket, because there was no way I was checking that message at this table. As tightly as we were sitting, I'm sure someone would see the message and there was a picture attached, so that could be disastrous.



"Wife checking on you?"



Sheila's voice washed into my ear and I looked over at her smiling face. We were sitting fairly close and her eyes were twinkling at me, with her smile exposing her impossibly cute dimples.



"No. It's a friend of mine."



"Ahh. So is your wife staying with her friends for the weekend?"



"Yep and the kids are staying with grandma and grandpa, so I'm all by my lonesome for the weekend."



The second I said it, I knew it was a mistake but I couldn't take it back and Sheila smiled at me warmly.



"That's great Nick. You can stay out with us tonight. We're heading to this dance club later and you have to come along!" She laughed and squeezed my arm. "I won't take no for an answer Mister."



"We'll see Sheila. I'm not much of a dancer and I'm heading into the office tomorrow morning to finish up some work."



"Oh Nick. Just come for a few songs and then you can leave. Promise!" She punched my shoulder lightly. "Besides, we're celebrating tonight and, as our leader, you have to celebrate with us."



What could I say? I didn't have an excuse I could offer and a few other people heard Sheila's invitation and encouraged me to come along. Before I knew it, the whole table was encouraging me.



"Come on Nick."



"Dude, come out with us."



"Seriously Nick. You have a kitchen pass for the weekend, you have to come."



I scanned the faces at the table and slugged the last of my beer, setting it down on the table loudly.



"All right! I'm coming, but no pictures and no recording devices!" I shouted dramatically.



<em>As long as everyone was going together, as a group, it should be fine</em>. I told myself as I ordered another beer.



The nachos were great and the restaurant served several different kinds of salsa, some were mild and some were unbelievably hot. It wasn't planned, but Sheila and I ended up sharing a large bowl of Nacho's, because the restaurant had screwed up the order and brought us too many orders of Nacho's. I finished my third beer and I was already feeling the alcohol, so I ordered a diet coke and resolved to stop drinking for the night. I was damn sure not leaving the mustang and taking a cab home.



"Lightweight!" Sheila teased me, as she sipped her margarita.



"Hey, I have to drive home tonight."



"Did you drive the Mustang?"



"Yep. I shouldn't have, because it will probably get dinged, but I like driving it."



"It's a cool car." She paused and leaned closer to me. "It's also really sexy Nick." Her breath tickled my ear and she squeezed my thigh under the table.



I really tried to act casual and I sat up straighter, nodded shortly at Sheila and looked for the waitress. I knew Sheila wasn't fooled, but hopefully the people sitting around us wouldn't suspect anything. The waitress wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I grabbed a nacho, dipped it into a random salsa and stuffed my mouth, chewing quickly.



As luck would have it, the salsa was the hottest one the restaurant offered and my mouth quickly started sizzling. Of course my beer was empty and my eyes started to water, so I looked again for the waitress, who had become invisible.



Sheila was staring at me with an amused smile on her face and as our eyes met, she laughed out loud and pushed her margarita over to me.



"Was that salsa hot Nick?"



She continued to laugh as I sipped the margarita and held the ice in my mouth. A few other folks had noticed my painful experience and joined Sheila in laughing at my expense. Finally my mouth cooled enough for speech



"Holy Shit. Is that stuff even legal?"



The table busted up with laughter as the waitress finally arrived with my diet coke. I promptly sucked half of it down and my mouth started to feel normal again. I managed to keep Sheila at bay for the next hour or so and munched on Nacho's and salsa that didn't remove the first layer of skin from my mouth. Eventually I made a toast in support of Sheila's promotion and said some nice, supportive words and then she made a toast for me as well.



First one person took their leave, then another and before too long, the only people sitting at the table were the folks going to the dance club. I had switched to diet coke, so I was ok to drive, but Sheila had continued to drink margaritas and I was worried about her getting behind the wheel. The guys at the table left and said they were going to the club and would make sure we all go tables. I started to follow them, when Sheila grabbed my arm.



"Nick. Can I ride with you?"



"Uh...I thought you'd ride with your friends."



I motioned to the girls sitting on the other side of her. They looked over at me, glanced at Sheila with a smile, and one of them responded, I think her name was Beth.



"Nick. We're going to stop off at our apartment first, to change clothes, so we won't be at the club until later. Would you mind taking Sheila to the club?"



<em>Well that was nicely done! Jesus, were they planning this all night?</em> I wondered to myself.



"Sure." Yea, I know my response was lame.



"But you will be there later right? Because I won't be staying long and she'll probably need a ride home."



"Oh definitely Nick." Beth responded quickly.



Too quickly and I strongly suspected that the girls wouldn't be showing up later at the club. I nodded and looked over at Sheila.



"Did you want to leave now? Or......?"



"Um, let me finish my margarita and then we can leave. Is that ok?"



"Yea, that's fine."



I took a sip of my diet coke and Sheila glanced over at her friends, who gave her a slight nod and a conspiratorial smile.



"Well, we're going to go. It was nice to see you again Nick. Take care of our girl Sheila. Ok?"



I nodded lamely and the girls did the 'kiss on the cheek' thing with Sheila, that girls do and they departed, laughing between each other. I couldn't help feeling like I'd been setup. I'd honestly tried to avoid this exact situation and now I found myself smack in the middle of it.



Of course, my cell phone buzzed again in my pocket and the ringtone indicated it was a phone call. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked screen.



<em>Fuck me!!</em> I thought angrily. It was Nicole of course and I toyed with the idea of letting it go to voicemail, but I knew that would lead to more phone calls from her. I mumbled an excuse to Sheila and stepped away from the table.



"Hello."



"Hi Nick. It's me honey. I wanted to call and see how you're doing."



"Hi honey. How's it going with Collin?"



"Where are you Nick? I can barely hear you."



"I'm at Chacho's restaurant. The team is celebrating Sheila's promotion and I stopped by to say a few words."



"Oh. I thought that would be over by now."



"Well, it's winding down."



"Ok. Things are great here. Collin made dinner for us and his house is so nice, but it really needs a woman's touch." She laughed a little and squealed. "Stop it!"



"Is Collin there?"



"Yes. We're going swimming and he's waiting for me." She giggled and I could hear Collin's voice in the background and her voice became fainter. "Stop. I can undress myself, mister."



"Anyway Nick." Her voice came back on the line. "I just wanted to check on you. I love you."



"I love you to Nicole. Thanks for the call and have fun."



There was some generic, unreadable sounds over the phone, as if it were being rubbed against fabric or something.



"Nick." It was Collin's deep voice. "How's it going buddy? Check out my text to you. It's pretty hot."



I heard Nicole's voice in the background. "Collin, give me back the phone."



"Sorry, we gotta go Nick. We're going skinny dipping in my pool tonight! Take care cuck!"



Collin's laugh echoed in my ear as the connection was abruptly severed. I stared at the phone for a few seconds, trying to figure out how I felt about that conversation. I was glad Nicole called me and that she was having fun with Collin. The idea of them skinny dipping together was intensely erotic, but the way the phone call ended made me feel conflicted. Was Collin being deliberately malicious or just having fun? I shook my head and decided to think about it later, in the meantime, Sheila was waiting for me.



Sheila was halfway done with her margarita when I got back to the table.



"How's your wife?" She smiled at me. "Is she having fun with her girlfriends?"



"Yes. She's having fun and I'm sure the rest of the weekend will be fun as well."



There was a little sarcasm in my voice, but I don't think Sheila heard it or, if she did, she wouldn't understand the reason for the sarcasm. Sheila was looking at me carefully and I shoved the conversation with my wife and Collin in the back of my head and smiled at her. There was a minefield sitting next to me and I needed to make sure it didn't blow up in my face.



"Thank you for the toast Nick. I really appreciate it."



"You're welcome. You deserved the promotion Sheila and everything I said was absolutely true."



"I'm not sure I'm ready for this position."



I laughed a little. "Sheila, you should know something about moving upwards." I paused conspiratorially. "You're never really ready for the next position. Our company in particular, tends to promote people with potential early, and let them develop in position."



"Ahh. That's good to know Nick." She winked at me. "So, are you going to help me develop in my position?"



I took a long sip of diet soda and considered how to answer. I got the double entendre in her question and it was obvious she was interested in having more than a supervisor/supervisee relationship. I put my cup down and looked over at her.



"Actually Sheila, I've already arranged for you to have a mentor."



"What?" Surprise broke out over her face.



"Yep. I asked another senior manager to be your mentor."



"Why would you do that Nick?"



"Sheila, it's my job to help you build a career that extends beyond your current position. I think you have the ability and talent to move into a middle management and potentially a senior management position. You'll need to build a network of individuals, outside our department, who can provide support and guidance for your career."



I took another sip of soda.



"That's why I asked another senior manager if she would be your mentor."



"Oh. Wow Nick. I don't know what to say. Thank you."



"You're welcome Sheila."



Sheila leaned over and gave me a hug. I'd like to say it was a friendly, no hidden meanings hug, but it wasn't even close. Her hands ran themselves over my arms and shoulders before clasping my neck softly and pulling me into her arms. She raised her head and placed her cheek against mine, while pressing her breasts against my chest. Sheila whispered into my ear and I felt her lips against my cheek.



"Thank you so much Nick."



<hr pg="2" />It took some effort, but I kept my hands in my lap and waited until she let me go. Sheila smelled amazing and her skin was soft smooth, as it brushed my cheek. Her breasts were firm, full and her nipples poked against my chest invitingly. I felt myself stiffen as she held me and by the time the hug ended, I was almost completely hard.



Sheila pulled back, gave me an inviting smile and took a big sip of her margarita. I looked out the window and focused on controlling my breathing, I also hoped that my cock would behave itself. Sheila nudged me with her leg and I looked over.



"Nick. I'm not really interested in going to the club tonight." She looked at me hopefully. "Will you take me home tonight?"



There it was, an open invitation, and Sheila could scarcely be more obvious about what she wanted to happen. The temptation was almost overpowering and the timing couldn't be better or worse, depending upon how you viewed it. Nicole and the girls were both gone for the weekend, so I could have as much time as I wanted with Sheila.



I couldn't do it though and I knew it, because taking Sheila up on her offer, would be disastrous for everyone involved. It would be a betrayal of Nicole and I was certain it would end our marriage. My girls would be devastated and I wouldn't be able to look them in the eye. Even if I was willing to risk my marriage and my family, which I wasn't, a relationship with Sheila could ruin both of our careers, just as they were getting a big boost.



I sighed and looked over at Sheila.



"I'm sorry Sheila, I can't take you home. I'll take you to the dance club or I'll call you cab, which I will pay for; but I can't take you home."



"Oh." I could hear the hurt and disappointment in her voice. "Why not?"



"I just finished telling you that I'm responsible for helping you build a career right?"



She nodded.



"Well, this is part of my help and support." I smiled at her. "Sheila, I don't want your career tainted by any gossip or rumors about inappropriate relationships. Honestly, I'm a little worried, people will see our friendship and draw unkind conclusions."



I hit the word friendship hard and looked at Sheila meaningfully. Sheila looked at me, searching my eyes for something and finally nodded back to me. She finished her margarita and I waved at the waitress. I paid the bill for the entire group of people, which was pretty big, but I figured it was worth it. I stood up to go and felt Sheila's hand on my arm.



"Nick wait." I stopped and look at her. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me. I really do Nick."



She looked down at the table for a second, before raising her face, her eyes glistening with tears.



"You're a good man Nick. If you ever want more than a professional relationship, please let me know."



"I will Sheila." I smiled at her. "Until then, let's focus on building you a career."



We made our way out of the restaurant and arrived at the dance club a few minutes later. I dropped Sheila off at the entrance and then left the car with the Valet. I didn't want to walk into the club with Sheila and I sensed that she understood how I felt. I was surprised at how many people from work were at the dance club and I stopped at the bar and bought around for everyone, before joining the entire group.



I waited at the bar for the drinks to arrive at the table before I walked over. I wanted to make sure that no one saw Sheila's arrival and associated it with me. While I'm sure folks knew I gave her a ride to the club; I hoped that by coming in separately and not being seen together, people wouldn't think of us as any kind of couple.



As soon as I got to the table, the DJ played the 'Electric Slide' song, which was one thing I could do reasonably well. Everyone got up and hit the dance floor and I followed them with a big smile. I don't know if it was chance or design, but Sheila was right in front of me, which meant that I got to stare at her ass the entire time we were dancing. I can tell you sincerely and honestly, that Sheila has a great ass.



When everyone got back to the table, I said my goodbye's and congratulated Sheila again with a handshake. She assured me that she would get a ride home and I left the club. The drive home was quick and I pulled into our driveway with a heavy sigh. I'd done the right thing tonight, but my cock sure wished I'd made a different choice.



A few minutes later and I was in bed, dying to call Nicole and find out what she was doing with Collin. I wanted to just listen to her moan, hear Collin and Nicole's flesh slap together; I could almost hear Collin's voice teasing her, taunting me and finally groaning loudly as he filled my wife. I knew they both wanted some privacy, so I didn't call them, but I did finally get a chance to look at Collin's text.



The picture he sent was of Nicole of course and it was extremely erotic. Nicole was laying back on a bed, I assumed it was Collins bed, and she was wearing thigh high hose, tiny thong underwear and a shear bra. Everything she wore was lacy, black and very sexy. Her arms were raised above her head, with her hair spilled out over the pillow, with her legs stretched out in front of her, with one slightly raised of the bed. Nicole was beautiful, she was sexy and she was exactly the type of woman nations went to war over hundreds of years ago.



The message that accompanied the text was simple.



"Nick. Put on the chastity belt, give me and Nicole the keys, and you can see this anytime you want. Think about it cuck!"



I reached into the nightstand and pulled my new best friend, the Fleshlight, Collin and Nicole bought me. Visions of Nicole being fucked and dominated by Collin played themselves over and over in my head. I lubed up the Fleshlight and slid the silicone pussy over my cock. I gasped at the tight, amazing sensation of the silicone flesh, as I fucked the Fleshlight in earnest. My imagination filled my head with sounds and visions of Collin and Nicole.



<em>"Who's owns your pussy slut?"</em>



<em>"You do, god you do! Only you Collin. Fuck your pussy baby."</em>



<em>I saw Collin's muscular body on top of Nicole, the contrast of their flesh and the frantic motions of their bodies as they fucked each other with abandon. Collin's huge cock stretched Nicole's pussy and her juices coated it, all the way to his large balls, as he drove it into her completely. Nicole's moans matched Collins thrusts and her hands grasped his muscular biceps, while her legs spread as wide as possible for his cock.</em>



The silicone pussy slid over my cock quickly, as I frantically gasped for breath. It felt amazing, but it was also a little humiliating, which made it more exciting and I felt my orgasm build quickly. Collin's voice echoed in my head and my cuck imagination started playing videos again.



<em>"Your husband's going to wear that cage over his little cock. Isn't he my little slut?"</em>



<em>"Yes baby. He'll wear it 24/7."</em>



<em>"Y'know I'm going to control you both right my little slut?"</em>



<em>"Ahhhhhh. God, you're so dominant. Fuck me baby, please fuck me."</em>



<em>I could see Collin smiling down at Nicole as he drove his cock into her and watched as she moaned and begged for more. She needed his cock now, it was a drug to her and he controlled her with it.</em>



<em>"Open your mouth slut. I'm going to fill it with my cock."</em>



<em>Nicole obediently opened her mouth and Collin moved up to her chest and thrust his cock in her mouth, fucking her face gently. Nicole's hands grabbed his ass and pulled his cock into her mouth hungrily. Collin groaned loudly.</em>



<em>"Yea. God that's good, little slut. Swallow it all, don't waste drop!"</em>



<em>Nicole's lips clamped down hard on his cock and her throat swallowed quickly, convulsively as his seed filled her stomach. Her eyes looked up at Collin adoringly, as her hands slowly, caressed his cock.</em>



My cock finally burst with visions of Nicole swallowing Collin's cock and seed. I pushed hard into my silicone pussy and felt the sweet release of an orgasm. My mind drifted briefly to Sheila and I wondered if she would have sucked my cock and swallowed my cum tonight.



The orgasm subsided as it always did and I finally caught my breath. Between Sheila's brazen offer and the phone call and text from Nicole and Collin; I desperately needed release tonight. I felt drained and surprisingly tired, but I summoned the strength to clean the Fleshlight, before dropping back into bed. The memory of Sheila's hug haunted me, and I couldn't help but imagine the possibilities, until I dropped off to sleep.



The house was just as empty the next morning and my bed felt empty without Nicole in it. The only company I had, was my usual morning wood and thoughts of Nicole and Collin. My cuck imagination fired up its movie theater immediately and visions of what they were doing this morning flowed through my head.



<em>Nicole's hands ran slowly over Collin's chest and stomach, finally stopping below his waist, her fingers wrapping gently around his large cock. She leaned over his chest, planting a soft kiss on his nipple, before taking it into her mouth and running her tongue along the sensitive flesh.</em>



<em>"Hmmmm. I like the way you wake me up baby."</em>



<em>Collin's voice was deep, full of lust and the remnants of sleep. His fingers ran through Nicole's hair and over the flawless skin of her back. She stopped sucking on his nipple and looked up at him smiling.</em>



<em>"Just wait. I haven't even gotten started yet."</em>



<em>"Is that right?"</em>



<em>"Yes. Lay back baby, I know how to take care of my man."</em>



<em>"I am your man, aren't it?"</em>



<em>Nicole smiled and gave him a wink, but Collin wasn't satisfied with a wink.</em>



<em>"Say it!" His hand grasped a fistful of her hair and he gently, but sharply pulled her head closer. "Who's your man Nicole?"</em>



<em>"You are." It was barely a whisper and Nicole's eyes were flooded with lust as she looked at Collin.</em>



<em>"I didn't hear you, slut."</em>



<em>"You are." Nicole repeated it a little louder, a blush creeping up her face.</em>



<em>"C'mon baby. You can do better than that!"</em>



<em>"Collin, you're my man. I'm your little slut baby and I love fucking you."</em>



<em>Collin released her hair with a smile as he watched Nicole slide under the covers and he gasped as he felt her lips encircle the head of his cock. A long, heavy sigh, full of contentment, burst from him and he put his hands behind his head. Collin looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, a huge smile breaking over his face, as Nicole sucked his cock.</em>



I couldn't wait anymore and scrambled into the bathroom, my rigid cock leading the way. The vision of Nicole waking Collin up with a world-class blow job was completely erotic and exciting. I desperately wished I could see Nicole service Collin like that in the future. It might even be worth wearing the chastity belt.



My body jerked suddenly and I felt myself release into the toilet, the indescribable pleasure of an orgasm filled my body. My hips jerked several times, as the powerful orgasm, slowly subsided leaving me gasping for breath. A few minutes later, I cleaned up the toilet bowl and surrounding area, because my cum managed to land just about everywhere, but inside the toilet bowl.



Hot water blasted my back, as I enjoyed the best thing man ever created, a hot shower. Now that I'd orgasmed, my thoughts were clearer, not coated with lust and I considered the chastity belt more seriously. I'd worn it already and I knew it wasn't painful on me or easily noticed through my normal street clothes. The challenge for me was the length of time I'd have to wear it and the fact that Nicole or Collin would hold the keys. I wasn't sure if I was ready to invest that much trust in Collin, or Nicole for that matter; because she was heavily influenced by Collin. I don't think she'd ever be malicious about it, but then again, she wouldn't be the one wearing it.



Work was waiting for me at the office, so I finished my shower, got dressed and headed into work. The local Starbucks was open, so I stopped in and paid homage to the coffee gods, for the gift of their magic elixir....coffee. Our section was empty as I carried my Venti Café Americano to my office and fired up the computer. The benefit to working on the weekends, is that the phone doesn't ring and the email fairy doesn't stop by nearly as often. I'm not a violent guy, but I did have homicidal thoughts about that little email fairy, because she seemed intent on making sure my email bin was always full. The little bitch!



The reason for coming in this morning was that I was working another large account. It wasn't as large as the sports team, but it was still really large and it would be another big win for the department. I hadn't shared any information with the team yet, because I needed to do some more prequalification stuff on it; but the more I looked at it, the more I felt it would be a great fit for our company. The new opportunity was a large construction company; that dealt exclusively with the military and handled probably 90% of the construction projects on the military installations in and around San Antonio.



A soft knock at my door, brought me out of my financial analysis, and I looked up to see Sheila and her dimples smiling at me.



"Wow Nick. You sure can concentrate."



"What do you mean?"



"I've been calling your name for the last few minutes."



"Really? Wow. Sorry, what did you need Sheila?"



She walked into my office, wearing skinny jeans and t-shirt. Sheila would look good wearing a burlap sack, but dressed in street clothes, she was gorgeous. It was a tie between her hourglass figure and dimples, for what feature was most sexy. She took a seat and let out a huge sigh.



"You mean besides an aspirin?" She gave a weak laugh.



I laughed. "Stayed out late last night did you?"



"Yes. We ended up closing the place down. Ugh, I should have passed on the tequila shots, but we were all having a great time."



"Well, I'm glad to see you're functioning this morning. Get home ok?"



"Yes. I took a cab home." She looked over at me and gave me a little smile. "By myself."



My face got hot and I looked down at my keyboard. The air in the office was suddenly very awkward and I'd hoped Sheila and I had put this behind us. Apparently not.



"I'm glad you got home safe Sheila." I offered lamely. <em>Please god, let's move on</em>, I thought frantically.



"Thanks Nick. I did." She nodded to me. "Anyway, quarterly performance reviews are coming up and I wanted to get your thoughts on the team."



I was suddenly very glad to talk about something as mundane as performance reviews. It was a subject I normally put off, but today I was more than happy to dive in to the details. Sheila had done some preliminary work and she shared it with me and I have to say I was impressed. It's a difficult transition to make, going from a co-worker to a supervisor and sometimes it was really stressful for the newly promoted person. Sheila didn't seem bothered at all and she'd done a really good job of evaluating everyone fairly and making her recommendations.



Bottom line, Sheila was talented and bright and she'd just finished her Master's Degree in Finance. If I could just keep her focused on her job, and not on me, I sincerely believed she could be a senior manager.



My phone rang, just was we were finishing up and Sheila nodded to me and left the office. It was Nicole and I answered with a smile.



"Hey Gorgeous. How's the weekend going?"



"Hey baby. It's going great. I love you and thank you again for letting me stay with Collin this weekend."



"You're welcome. Please just come back to me when the weekend ends."



"Nick, of course I will." I heard a loudspeaker in the background and it drowned out Nicole's next comment.



"Nicole, where are you?"



The line was quiet.



"Nicole?"



She sighed. "I'm at the airport Nick."



"Airport? Are you going out of town?"



"Yes, our flight is leaving in a few minutes."



"Where are you going?"



"Collin doesn't want me to say."



"What? When are you going to be back?"



"Nick. I'll call you on Sunday and let you know when to come and get me. Ok?"



"Are you serious Nicole?" My voice was growing louder. "No, it's not ok. You're leaving town and you won't tell me where you're going or when you'll be back."



Nicole didn't respond.



"What part of that is supposed to be ok?"



"Nick. You already agreed to Collin and me spending the weekend together. What difference does it make where we go, as long as I'm back on Sunday?"



"Nicole, you know damn well, I might not have agreed, if I knew you were going out of town. Also, what if something happens to you?"



"I understand your point Nick, but what's done is done. I'll call you when we land and I'll check in with you a few times, before Sunday. Ok?"



I didn't respond. I was more than a little pissed and felt I had been taken advantage of by Nicole and Collin. The biggest issue was that I felt powerless and that bothered me, but honestly, it also started to turn me on.



"Nick. Please don't be mad baby." Her voice was soothing and it lowered sexily as she talked. "I'll tell you everything that happens when I get back. Ok? Besides, doesn't it turn you on a little to know that I'm out of town with Collin? I belong to him this weekend Nick, and if last night is any indication; he's going to enjoy every second with me."



Anger subsiding quickly in me, as thoughts of Nicole and Collin flooded my body with lust and desire. I realized Nicole was manipulating me and pushing all the right buttons. It was the kind of manipulation however, that I enjoyed and she knew it, she exploited it and I loved it.



"Nicole." My mouth was dry and I swallowed a few times before I continued. "Please just keep in touch and call me when you land back in San Antonio."



"Hmmm. I will baby. I love you."



"I love you too."



Yes, I caved big time to Nicole. I realized it and while it pissed me off, I was still way more turned on, than angry. I knew from my research on cuckoldmarriage.info; that my feelings were normal for cuckold husbands, but that didn't make it easier. If anything, that knowledge made them sharper, more exciting; because I realized they were a huge part of the enjoyment for a cuckold husband and I was quickly transitioning into that role.



I set the phone down on my desk and swiveled my chair to look outside the window. My thoughts were a confused assortment of erotic fantasies and worry, tinged with a little regret at not standing up more to Nicole. I shook my head, because there was no way I could focus on work after the phone call with Nicole and I shut down my computer.



As I was locking my office, Sheila came over.



"Hey. Want to grab some lunch?"



<em>God, did this woman ever quit?</em> "I can't Sheila, I have some errands to run today."



"Really? Like what?"



"Well, I'm getting a little sick of my pudgy body, so I'm joining a gym today. Then I'm going over to buy a BBQ grill; that I've had my eye on for a while." I paused as Sheila smiled at me. "Finally, I'm going to head over to Bass Pro Shops. I want to see if they still have that Kimber 1911, with the laser sights in stock."



"Wow. A Kimber. That's a high quality firearm, Mr. Big Spender."



"Sheila, are you telling me that not only do you like classic cars, but you're a fan of firearms as well?"



Sheila laughed and her sexy dimples made another appearance.



"Nick. I grew up shooting with my dad and we went to the range or to the deer lease all the time to shoot. I also have a concealed carry license and yes, I own several firearms." She winked at me. "One of them is a Kimber also, but it doesn't have laser sights. You must be a pretty bad shot though, too need laser sights!"

<hr pg="3" />I couldn't help being impressed. I shook my head and returned her smile.



"Whatever Sheila. I'm a pretty good shot."



"I don't believe it Nick. You're too much of a city boy, to be any good on the range."



"Sheila, Sheila, Sheila. No country girl has anything on this city kid."



"Care to prove it, City Boy?"



I should have backed down and made an excuse to avoid spending more time with Sheila, because I was playing with fire and eventually I'd get burned. On the other hand though, it was a freakin' firing range and I seriously doubted anyone would think we were having an affair at the firing range. Even Nicole would have a hard time making the leap between firearms and sex. Nicole was also the one who left me all alone this weekend, while she flew off to god knows where, and I didn't think she had much of a reason to object. So I did what any red-blooded, American male (at least republican, bitter-clinger male) would do, I accepted her challenge.



"You're on and you can pick the firing range."



I held out my hand, sealing the deal and Sheila took it, smiling over at me.



"Tomorrow morning sir. I'll text you the time and firing range details and feel free to bring whatever firearm you shoot best with tomorrow." She winked at me. "BB Guns don't count Nick!"



"Ha! I'll be there Sheila. Just don't start crying when I whoop your ass!"



"Pride goeth, Nick."



She punched my chest lightly as she walked away. Damn she was sexy. And fun. And sexy. I shook my head and forcibly turned my body in the other direction and left the building.



The gym parking lot was pretty full, but I got lucky and found a spot pretty close to the entrance, after circling the lot for a minute. Based on the makes and models of the cars in the parking lot; it was obvious this gym was going to cost a pretty penny. I didn't care though, I needed to get back in better shape and after seeing myself in the mirror this morning; I was determined to get started immediately.



A gorgeous young lady smiled at me as I entered the gym and called for a 'fitness associate' to come up and help me get started. The fitness associate appeared with a smile, and he looked like a teenager, an impossibly fit teenager; but he still looked very young. He addressed me as 'sir', which of course made me feel very old, but I followed him back to his office and he got me setup. The membership would allow Nicole and the girls to come anytime they wanted and virtually all the extra classes and stuff were included in the monthly premium. The gym even had a hair salon and small café, so I was pretty certain the girls would like it. The fitness associate, who was now my new best friend apparently, clapped me on the back as he handed me my temporary membership cards and I left for my other errand.



The next destination wasn't really an errand as much as it was an early Christmas present to myself. I'd had my eye on one of those big, green egg, BBQ pit, grills, smokers...whatever you call them. I'd seen it used on Bar-B-Que Pitmasters and I had to have one. My current gas grill was great for steaks, but it kind of sucked for brisket and I really wanted something that could cook "low and slow" baby!"



Luck was not with me when I entered the showroom this time, because an older, portly gentleman helped me, so I guess my run of gorgeous salesladies was at an end. They had one in stock, so I purchased it and arranged for it to be delivered, which would take a few days apparently. I swiped my card and made another new best friend, as the salesman handed me his card and asked for some referrals. Yea right!



The last place I headed too was the bastion of all things male. I'm fairly certain that testosterone is manufactured here, because it is truly a Candyland for men!! Bass Pro Shops was open and busy, when I walked through the doors. I respectfully paid a silent homage to the outdoor mecca and wandered upstairs to the firearm section. In case you're not a gun nut, the whole firearm market has been thrown upside down with the mass shootings in the United States. As a result, guns are no longer cheap and they've become extremely hard to find; because everyone is afraid they're about to be banned, and they're buying anything with a trigger. Ammunition was also very hard to find and stores were limiting purchases to ridiculously low amounts.



Bass Pro Shops makes customers take a numbers, so that people can be seen in some sort of order, which was good, but frustrating. I was here to buy a firearm, but I had to wait behind folks who were just looking and weren't interested in buying anything. It would be great, if they had a system that allowed customers who were actually going to 'buy' something, to go first. Anyway, I finally got waited on and they did have the sweet little Kimber in stock, so I bought it as well.



All in all, it wasn't a bad way to spend the afternoon and I headed home with my gym ID card and my new firearm. Once again I stepped into an empty house and I couldn't believe how foreign it felt to me, because I was so used to the girls being in the house with me. The Kimber was begging to be taken out of its box, so I went outside with my firearm cleaning kit and started to clean my new toy. Most folks would think a firearm comes clean right from the factory, but that's not usually the case, and firearms need to be oiled as well, so I cleaned and oiled it.



"You and I are going out to play tomorrow." I told the Kimber, as I finished wiping it down.



Yes, I was talking to myself, but I was all alone in my own backyard and I was stoked about my new firearm. My phone rang, just as I was putting it back in the box and I noticed it was Collin. My heart started racing, as I looked at the phone, unsure of how to feel or whether I should take the call or not. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked up the phone.



"Hello."



"Nick. It's Collin. How's it going?"



"It's going ok Collin. How about you?"



"Things are great Nick." He paused. "I'm calling you from one of those little department store coffee shops, because your wife won't stop shopping!!"



As much as I wanted to be angry with Collin, I couldn't help but laugh, because I could definitely feel his pain. Nicole fell into a zone when she started shopping and a small part of me was glad that Collin was suffering through that today.



"Yea. She is definitely a world-class shopper."



"No kidding. I'm not sure how we're going to get all this stuff home."



"Good Luck." It was the only response I could manage.



"Nick, the reason I called is that Nicole mentioned you weren't happy about us leaving town."



"It definitely caught me by surprise Collin. I didn't expect you to leave town and then she wouldn't say where she was going and that pissed me off."



"I get it Nick. Listen, we're in Dallas and I'll text you the hotel information." He paused and I heard mumbling in the background. "I thought you'd be ok if we left town, sorry man."



"I appreciate the call and the apology Collin. Thank you."



"You're welcome. Dom vs. Dick, right?"



"Exactly right."



"Cool. Well listen, I see Nicole coming, loaded down with more bags, so I'm going to let you go now. I honestly think we're going to need help getting all these bags out to the SUV."



I laughed. "Well, good luck with that and have fun."



"Nick, one last thing."



"What's that Collin?"



"Oh. I just wanted you to know that I've been fucking Nicole, almost non-stop since you dropped her off at my house." He gave a low laugh. "After we get back to the hotel, I'm taking your wife out and introducing her to some of my friends, as my girlfriend. We're going to a club later, I'm going to have Nicole dress extra sexy and she has bought some very slutty dresses Nick. When I'm done showing her off, then I'll take her back to the hotel and have my way with her." He paused. "I might even have someone join us Nick and you know what?"



My throat was completely closed and I couldn't speak, I couldn't manage more than a garbled croak and Collin took that as my response



"Nicole's going to love it. She's going to beg for it and ask for more." He paused. "I just wanted you to have something to think about!" His baritone laughter blew through the phone and into my ear. "Take care, Cuck!"



The line went dead.



My eyes locked onto the phone in my hands, as the conversation with Collin reverberated in my head. Uncontrolled thoughts and visions of Collin and Nicole ran through my head at double their normal speed. I stood there stunned, slightly light-headed, heart racing in my chest and my cock unashamedly rock hard. The phone found its way to the table as I hurried to the restroom, a few frantic jerks later and I was once again, feeling the sweet release of an orgasm.



When I made it back out the patio table to clean up my gun stuff, I was still a bit shaky. The quick conversation with Collin was extremely exciting for me, but also a little humiliating and I needed time to think about it more. In case you hadn't caught on in the previous 10 chapters, my personality is one where I like to mull things over and try and view them from a couple of different perspectives.



The first thing that came to mind was that Collin was being a jerk, deliberately ridiculing me and my position in the relationship. As I thought about it more though, I started to consider the possibility that Collin knew what I needed out of this relationship. It was possible he was trying to keep me informed and involved in what they were doing and that was something I appreciate and found erotic. It's hard to explain clearly, but just hearing the details of what they were doing and what they were going to do tonight; was reassuring and exciting for me.



My new Kimber pistol found its way into the gun safe in our garage, where I put everything away and started to consider what I was going to do for dinner. Since I'd joined a gym, I figured now was the right time to start working on my diet as well, so I baked some chicken breasts, steamed some vegetables and settled for a diet coke. I'd read recently that 80% of fitness was actually diet, rather than exercise, so I resolved to rebuild my diet around things that were better for me.



Steam wafted above the stove as the vegetables got ready and I smiled to myself as I thought about my diet when I was in my 20's. I couldn't gain weight back then and if I missed a meal, I'd drop a few pounds almost immediately. My metabolism ran at a very high speed and it allowed me to munch at Taco Bell anytime I wanted, without gaining weight. Fast forward past marriage, and a few kids and the metabolism was now running at ¼ speed and I gained weight by just driving by Krispy Kreme.



While I'd always been athletic, I'd taken my body for granted and figured my metabolism would bail me out of any bad dietary habits. Yea, that didn't work past 35 and I was now in my early 40's, so if I didn't take some action now, it would be virtually impossible in my 50's. So, here I was, eating plain chicken breasts and rabbit food. Ain't life grand?



There was nothing worth watching on TV, despite having every channel available, so I rented a movie using Vudu. It's a really handy service and it was hit in our family. The new James Bond, Daniel Craig, freakin' rocked and I chose "Skyfall" and lay back on the couch to watch the movie. I did manage to splash some of the Scotch Collin got me into a glass with ice.



My phone buzzed about halfway through the movie and it was a text and photo from Nicole.



<em>Holy Shit, she looks gorgeous and very sexy</em>, I thought as I stared at the picture.



Nicole was dressed in a skin tight, deep blue, dress and it really accentuated her curves and bust. I won't do it justice, but the dress looked like it had horizontal seams (?) running through the material every 2 inches. It was low cut, but still supported her 'twins' and it looked like it was secure enough for her to do a lot of dancing. Once I was able to tear my eyes off the dress, I noticed that she'd had her hair styled and it really framed her face nicely.



<em>Nick. I love you and miss you. I picked this dress out today and I hope you like it. Collin didn't like shopping with me anymore than you did. LOL! See you soon, baby.</em>



Nicole looked excited and happy and I couldn't help but feel happy for her as well. While this relationship with Collin was still new to us, Nicole was as happy as I'd ever seen her. As her husband and the man that loved her, it was nice to see her this way. I texted back that I loved her and she looked fantastic and to come home soon.



The movie was great and it ended as all James Bond flicks end, with the Mr. Bond killing people, with style. As someone who saw the tail end of Sean Connery (who was an awesome James Bond) and then suffered through Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosnan; I finally felt the James Bond series found the right guy.



My phone buzzed again with a text and photo and I figured it was Collin, but I was wrong. Sheila sent me the details for the firing range and a picture of her shooting a 1911. Yes, I did notice the type of gun she was firing, but I also noticed how good she looked in shorts. The picture was obviously taken by someone else, with Sheila firing at the time; but she still looked good.



<em>Tomorrow should be fun,</em> I thought and headed to bed.



Sheila had picked a fairly early time for us to shoot, so I didn't have a chance to revisit my cuckold movie theater and watch my personal videos, courtesy of my imagination. I showered, shaved and got my range bag together. I wasn't sure how long we'd be out there, so I packed my new Kimber, my Sig 1911 and my AR rifle. The firearms, magazines and ammunition were a pretty hefty load, but I was excited to finally get a chance to shoot again, so I didn't mind lugging it all out to the car. I brought more ammunition than usual, because ammunition at the range was pretty pricey.



The mustang begged me to driver her to the firing range, so I locked everything in the trunk and fired up my pony car. Ok, I drove the mustang for a couple of reasons, first, I loved driving it and second, Sheila thought it was sexy. My relationship with Sheila was going to remain completely platonic, but I still couldn't resist driving it. Especially if Sheila thought it was sexy. Hey, I'm still a guy.



The mustang purred nicely as I drove out the firing range, which was out in 'the sticks' and not very easy to find. Fortunately, I was only a few minutes late and Sheila was just getting out of her SUV, when I pulled up. A wave and a nice smile, complete with dimples, greeted me as I shut off the engine.



"Hey Sheila."



"What's up Nick?" Sheila winked at me. "Did you bring your little BB gun?"



I laughed.



"Nope. I left it at home, so you might get lucky and beat me."



Sheila looked at me seriously. "Nick, are you suggesting I might get lucky out here?"



"I uh...Sheila, what I meant was...."



I stammered like a teenager on a first date and my face got hot, while Sheila maintained her look of surprise and seriousness for a moment.



"Nick. I'm kidding." She laughed and punched my shoulder lightly. "Let's get our targets."



Sheila and I were assigned a shooting lane and we walked down and put up our targets. We were using standard targets, with an upper torso silhouette and rings that grew progressively smaller towards the middle of the target. We didn't speak much, but I got a friendly shove from Sheila as we headed back to our table and laid out our firearms and started loading the magazines.



Sheila brought a Springfield 1911; that looked pretty sweet and had really cool wood grips. A Sig Sauer 9mm also made an appearance and Sheila laid it next to the Springfield. She handled the firearms with the casual expertise of someone who had grown up around guns.



"Ready Freddy?" She asked me.



I slid the first magazine into my Sig 1911 and nodded my head.



"Ready."



"Ok. I'll go first and you try to keep up."



She smiled at me, called out where she was aiming and fired a single shot. Her first round entered just to the right off the X and I nodded to her. It was a good first shot and I was clearly in for a tough competition. My feet moved automatically into my shooting stance and I took a breath and lined up my sights. A short breath later and I pulled the trigger, feeling the .45 caliber firearm jerk in my hands and settle right back down into a shooting position.



My shot was off to the left of my X and a just a little farther away than Sheila's. It was close, but obviously farther away from the center of the target. I cursed under my breath and looked over at Sheila, who was trying her hardest not too laugh out loud.



"My turn."



It came out more harshly than I intended, but Sheila didn't seem to mind and just nodded back at me. I called my target, settled into position and fired my round. The targets we were using had a small silhouette in the top right corner and it was a tough target to hit. My bulled pierced the exact center of that little silhouette and I smiled to myself, before looking back at Sheila with a poker face.



Sheila nodded to me and winked.



<em>What the fuck?</em> I thought. My shot had been damn good and I expected her to be a little worried, but she damn sure didn't seem worried, not in the least.



Sheila settled into her firing position, lined up her sights carefully and then she looked back at me with a smile and fired her weapon. I looked over at the target and her round had hit the little silhouette dead center; and she hadn't even been looking at it.



<em>Fuck me</em>. I thought.



Sheila looked over at me, saw my expression and laughed, her dimples making another appearance. As Sheila and I worked through our ammunition, she consistently shot more accurately than me. Truth be told, she whipped my ass at the range. Honestly, it's not that I was bad, it's just that she was so freakin' good. We changed distances to the target and she beat me. We switched firearms and brought out our 9mm's and she still beat me.



Sheila and I finished up by shooting my AR rifle and Sheila really enjoyed shooting it, so I let her use up most of the ammunition. I couldn't help but smile, as she burned through the extra ammunition I brought to the range.



"I'm definitely getting myself one of these." Sheila exclaimed excitedly, as she cleared the rifle, ejected the magazine and handed it back to me.



"Yea. They are a lot of fun to shoot." I agreed.



While Sheila had been finishing up the last of the ammunition, I went inside the range house and got us a couple of sodas. It was starting to get hot, so we retreated to the table, underneath the pavilion. We both wiped down our firearms, before putting them back in the boxes. They still needed a thorough cleaning, but that could wait until I got home.



"This was a lot of fun. I'm glad you suggested it Sheila." I lifted my soda can in a little toast.



"You're welcome. I had fun too." She winked at me. "Sorry I spanked you so bad today Nick."



My face grew hot and I laughed.



"Yea, you definitely kicked my tail today. That's for sure." I sipped my soda and looked over at her. "I want a rematch. My ego can't take that kind of beating without a rematch."



"Anytime Nick." She paused. "I haven't done a lot of shooting since my dad passed away and I miss it."



"Cool." I finished my soda. "I'll check my schedule and maybe we can make it a regular thing."



She nodded. "I'd like that Nick."



We talked about work, our team and guns and before I realized it, we'd been there for several hours. Sheila was easy to talk to and the whole situation with Collin and Nicole, made me appreciate having a simple conversation with another woman. When I finally checked my watch I was surprised at the time.



"Crap. Sheila I need to get going."

<hr pg="4" />I made sure the gun cases were locked and threw away the empty ammunition boxes. Sheila helped and we both walked back to our cars.



"What's the hurry Nick, I thought we'd have lunch."



"I'd like to Sheila, but I need to get back home."



"Nicole back already?"



I checked my phone and I didn't have any messages. The grandparents called last night and let me know the kids would be ready after dinner and Nicole was supposed to call when she was ready as well. Truthfully I didn't have to be back right away and lunch sounded good.



"Y'know what? Let's grab lunch." I smiled at her. "I may need to leave early, but let's get some lunch."



"Really?" Sheila's eyes lit up.



"Yea. You pick the place."



Sheila and I reached our vehicles and put our firearms away. She looked over at me with a smile and a wink.



"Follow me."



"Yes Ma'am."



I followed Sheila to a new pizza place and we both ordered separate pizza's and continued our conversation. Lunch was surprisingly fun and the pizza was pretty awesome. I'd inadvertently silenced my cell phone when I left the gun range and when Sheila got up to use the restroom, I checked it. Of course, there was several missed calls and text messages from Nicole. They started out nice, but quickly moved to 'where the fuck are you?' type messages.



Sheila came back and saw the expression on my face.



"What's up?"



I told her and she started laughing. It wasn't funny, but then again, it was funny and I started laughing with her. I paid the check and we left the restaurant still laughing. Sheila gave me a hug, when we got to our cars, and while it wasn't as intimate as the one earlier, it was still more than a 'friendly' hug. I didn't mind though, because we'd bonded over firearms and pizza, so I felt more comfortable that Sheila understood that nothing could happen between us.



I drove directly to Collin's house and tried to figure out how I was going to explain not responding to Nicole's texts or phone calls for about two hours. Of course the truth was the best course of action, but it was also going to be dicey. On my way over, I called Nicole, explained why I missed her calls and texts; and when I pulled up in front of Collin's house, I saw her bags out in front of his home. Nicole walked out, just as I was getting out of the Mustang and her expression wasn't happy. I helped her with her bags and got everything loaded up.



"Where's Collin?" I hadn't seen him and I figured he'd at least make an appearance.



"He's on the phone with one of his clients." Her reply was curt and she settled into the passenger seat.



"Ok. Well this is going to be a fun ride home." I said to myself and slid into the Mustang.



The temperature in the car dropped significantly and I swear I was getting frostbite from Nicole. I wasn't sure what I'd done too piss her off, because just missing a few calls and texts shouldn't have upset her this much.



"Did you have fun with Collin?" It seemed like a pretty benign question.



"Yes." She looked over at me. "Did you have fun with Sheila?"



"Y'know, I really did. We had a lot of fun at the gun range."



I glanced over at her. Nicole's hands were balled into fists.



"Nicole, I don't get it. You spend the entire weekend with Collin. You fly to another city, without letting me know in advance, and god knows what else you do with Collin." I paused and took a breath. "But you get pissed off, if I spend some time at the gun range with Sheila."



I paused and looked over at her. "What the fuck Nicole."



"Nick, Collin isn't interested in breaking up our marriage. Sheila, on the other hand, would love to take you away from me."



I laughed. "Well, where's your trust in me Nicole? You and Collin have asked me to trust both of you, but you obviously don't trust me."



Nicole was silent.



"Besides, I've already made it clear to Sheila that nothing can happen between us and I've even arranged for another senior manager to be her mentor. Sheila knows how I feel and she agrees with me Nicole."



Nicole looked down at her hands and didn't respond. The remainder of the ride home was made in silence. When I picked Nicole up, I was willing to apologize, but now I was pissed off and Nicole could take a flying fuck at the moon, for all I cared.



I shut off the engine and looked over at her.



"You can carry your own shit inside."



I shut the door and walked in the house without looking back. I'm a pretty patient and easy going guy, but Nicole's attitude really got under my skin. Where the fuck did she get off?



The game room was all mine and I flipped on the TV and started playing a game of pool. I hit the balls a lot harder than normal, but it was a great way to work out the anger I was feeling. In my current state of mind, I was willing to call it quits on this whole cuckold husband deal and if Nicole wasn't fine with that, she could stay with Collin. I played one game, re-racked the balls and played another, and another; before Nicole made an appearance.



She walked over and watched me play for a minute.



"I'm sorry Nick. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you."



Her voice was soft, sincere and I could tell she was genuinely sorry.



"I don't understand why you don't trust me Nicole, or why you're so threatened by Sheila."



"Nick." She looked down. "I know that Sheila is interested in being more than your friend and subordinate."



"Nicole, I told you. I spoke to Sheila about that already."



"Nick you don't understand women at all." Nicole shook her head and smiled. "Your conversation with her, probably just made her want you more. Now it's a challenge for her, don't you see? She's convinced you're a good guy, who won't cheat on his wife and, if she can win you; you won't cheat on her either."



"Well then explain something to me miss know-it-all. Why is it ok for you to have a relationship with Collin?" I leaned on my pool cue. "Why is that any different?"



"Nick. First, it's not 'my' relationship with Collin. It's 'our' relationship with Collin. We share everything with you and there are no secrets and no private communications. As a matter of fact, Collin asks about you all the time, because he wants to make sure you're ok with everything." Nicole slowly walked over to me, put her hand on my chest and smiled up at me. "You're welcome to check my phone, my email, whatever you want to verify that I'm not keeping anything from you honey."



My face got really hot and I turned my head and coughed a little. When I turned back to Nicole, her head was tilted slightly and she had a question mark look on her face.



"What?"



I shrugged my shoulders and confessed. "Nicole, I did look at your email account this weekend." I put my hands up and continued quickly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I realize it was an invasion of your privacy, but I was just worried, I guess."



Nicole smiled and leaned up and kissed me softly.



"It's ok Nick. I told you when I set it up, that you could check it anytime you wanted." She put her arms around my neck and leaned into me. "What did you find?"



"Nothing, Nicole. I didn't find any emails to Collin." I looked down at her. "But I know you two talk on the phone with each other."



"Yes we do, but not as much as you'd think and honestly, we text more than we talk."



Nicole moved back away from me and pulled her cell phone out of her pants pocket. She grabbed my hand and we moved over to the couch, where we sat down and she handed me her cell phone.



"Go ahead. Look through all the texts and you can compare them to our cell phone records, if you want, to make sure that I haven't deleted any."



I stared down at Nicole's iPhone and thumbed through a few pages of texts. While there was some flirting going on, which I expected, most of it was 'how ya doing', 'how's Nick doing?', 'are you free this weekend' kind of texts. I was worried I'd see, 'I love you' or 'don't tell nick' or something that would indicate their relationship was starting to exclude me. Honestly, I didn't see anything like that in Nicole's texts.



"Ok. I believe you Nicole. I'm sorry, I doubted you."



"It's ok honey. I think this is probably normal for our situation?"



"Yea. I guess you're right."



She nodded. "Anyway, back to Sheila. Your relationship with her completely excludes me Nick and that scares me. I know Sheila's attractive and I can see you falling for her."



"That would never happen Nicole."



"I believe you honey, but a relationship with Sheila could also hurt your career, even if nothing actually happens between you two."



"Ok Ok, I understand your point and I won't see Sheila outside of work anymore." I paused. "Well, I won't see her outside of work, unless you can be with me. How's that sound?"



"Perfect. Thank you."



"So where does that leave us?"



Nicole leaned forward and put her head on my chest.



"I leaves us together Nick. I missed you this weekend and I'm glad to be home." She snuggled up against me and we sat together, just enjoying our company. I missed my wife and I was glad she was back home and that she missed me too.



We sat together upstairs for a while, before our home phone rang. It was time to pick up the kids, so we drove to the grandparents and picked up the girls. There were lots of hugs all the way around and we drove home, listening to the girls describe their weekend to us. Grandma and Grandpa had come through this weekend and taken the kids to Sea World and everyone had a ball. The older kids helped watch the younger ones and of course, everyone pigged out on junk food.



The girls disappeared upstairs into their own private sanctuaries and Nicole and I shared a bottle of wine out on the patio. It was a nice, warm summer evening and I filled Nicole in on my weekend.



"Another gun Nick? Really?" She rolled her eyes at me.



"Baby, it was on sale and it's got laser grips."



"Whatever. How many does that make now?"



"Only a few." I hedged a little, but Nicole wasn't fooled and she looked at me suspiciously.



A guilty smile crossed my face and I winked at her.



"Ok. I'll make this my last gun purchase for a while."



"Deal." Nicole eyed me over the rim of her wine glass. "The next time you go to the gun range, will you take me and the girls?"



"Sure. That'd be fun."



Nicole rolled her eyes at me, but I knew she liked going to the gun range too. The girls enjoyed it as well, so I made a note to call the range and reserve some time.



"You joined a gym too? Wow, you were busy this weekend."



"First, we joined a gym baby. I signed up the whole family and our ID cards should be here in a day or two. It's a little pricey, but you're not going to believe the amenities they offer."



"Cool. I can't wait to check it out."



She paused and looked down at her lap for a moment. It was obvious she wanted to tell me something, but she was unsure about how I would react.



"What Nicole?"



"It's nothing Nick really."



"Ok, if it's nothing, then tell me."



Nicole sighed, looked over at me and then got up and went inside. I shook my head in confusion, but she returned a few minutes later with her purse. She dug in her purse for a while, before she found it. Nicole's purse was like a black hole, once something went in there, it was impossible to find without searching for a while.



"Collin got this for me last week."



She handed me the card. It was an ID card for the same gym that I'd signed us up for this weekend.



"Let me guess. This is just for you right?"



Nicole nodded.



"I wasn't going to use it, but he insisted that I have it."



"What else has he given you?"



"Nothing Nick. He offered to give me a credit card, but I told him no and that I didn't need it."



"Didn't need it or didn't want it?"



Nicole glared at me.



"Both Nick. Stop it."



"I thought he took you shopping?"



"He did. It was fun."



"So you bought everything?"



"No Nick. Collin insisted on paying for everything and I didn't want to upset him."



"I see." My response was curt. "Did you bring everything he bought you home?"



Nicole paused and looked out at the pool for a moment before responding.



"No honey. Most of the items I purchased are at Collin's house. He has 'his and hers' closets in the master suite and he asked me to use the 'hers' closet."



"Seriously?" My heart rate was starting to increase, from anger, but also from excitement. "Are you going to be moving in with him or something?"



"No Nick. I'm definitely not moving in with Collin." She shook her head and took a sip of wine. "But I do think it makes sense for me to keep some clothes and stuff over at his house. I will be spending the night with him from time to time."



"Really, because it sounds like you're going to be spending the night a lot."



"Well, he is my boyfriend Nick." Nicole gave me a naughty smile. "I thought you'd like that honey?"



I looked out at the swimming pool and thought about what Nicole told me. Yes, the idea of her spending the night with Collin was exciting for me. I'd like to watch, but just knowing she was spending time with Collin was erotic, because my imagination created some extremely vivid videos. My concern though was that she was growing extremely comfortable spending time with Collin and away from me and the girls.



"What about the girls Nicole? They're going to notice that you're spending a lot of time with Collin."



"I've thought about that a little and I wanted to discuss it with you."



"Ok."



"Well, I was thinking I could leave for Collin's after the girls go to bed and I could come home early, before they get up."



"That's only a few hours Nicole."



She nodded and shrugged. "I know, but I couldn't think of anything else."



"Yea. It's going to be challenging for you to spend time with him during the week. The weekends are a bit easier, but during the week is going to be challenging."



Nicole gave me a little smirk and she downed the rest of her wine.



"Hey. Want to see what I bought?"



I laughed. This was so Nicole. She loved shopping and she loved showing off what she purchased and her descriptions inevitably started with 'Look what I got on sale.'



We headed inside and I noticed that all of her bags were on the bed. Nicole sauntered over to the first bag and looked back at me.



"Nick honey. I'd really like to 'model' what I purchased. Would you mind putting on the chastity belt? I promise you'll like what you see."



Her voice was sexy and low, with just the right amount of teasing. I felt myself start to harden and my heart rate picked up quickly. If I waited any longer, I wouldn't be able to put on the chastity belt, because I would be too hard and I definitely didn't want to revisit the ice we used last time.



I nodded convulsively and hurried over to the nightstand. I took long, slow deep breaths and focused my mind on my new gun purchase, to take my mind off the current situation. Fortunately, I wasn't too hard and I was able to slip on the chastity belt, just barely, and I felt the base ring pull on my scrotum lightly.



Once the chastity belt was on, I started to slip my underwear back on, but Nicole stopped me.



"Honey. Don't put your anything back on just yet." She winked at me. "As a matter of fact, why don't you take everything off and lay on the bed."



A sense of trepidation was growing inside me, but I was also being flooded with lust and excitement, so I climbed onto our bed and looked over at Nicole. She went to the drawer where she kept her lingerie and underwear and started emptying the drawers into a black garbage bag.



"What are you doing?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing.



"I'm getting rid of my old lingerie and underwear Nick." She winked at me. "Don't worry baby, I won't go without panties and I needed new lingerie anyway."



Nicole slid the black garbage bag, now halfway full, over to the corner of our bedroom and she walked back to one of the shopping bags she brought back from her trip.



"Just watch honey." She reached into the bad and then looked back at me. "Oh, by the way, I did wash everything at Collins, before you picked me up." She giggled a little.



Nicole slowly took off all of her clothes, while maintaining eye contact with me, and pulled out a set of bra and panties. She slid on the panties, which were thongs, and then put on the bra, it was sheet and her nipples were clearly visible. Nicole turned slowly, giving me a 360 degree view of her beautiful body.



"Do you like them Nick?"



I swallowed and nodded quickly.



"Good. I have more to show you."



Nicole spent the next 30 minutes modeling her new underwear and lingerie for me and it was super erotic. The chastity belt was pulling painfully on my scrotum as she took off the last piece of lingerie and wandered over to the bed. She stood next to the bed and looked down at me, with a smile.



"Nick. Let's take a shower." She suggested sexily.



I nodded back to her like a bobble head doll and got off the bed. I walked into the bathroom and looked for the keys to the chastity belt. I'd left them on the counter, but I didn't see them now. Nicole coughed lightly and I looked over to find her holding the chastity belt keys.



"Why don't I just hold onto these for a while?" She looked down at my cock, locked securely in the clear plastic belt. "You look perfect in that little belt Nick. It suits you."



My face got hot and I could tell a furious blush was turning my face a bright pink. Nicole motioned me closer and hugged me tightly.



"I love you Nick." She kissed my cheek. "I'll hold the keys baby, I won't give them to Collin without your permission ok?"



"Ok." I offered weakly.



Forget about slippery slopes, I just jumped off the cuckold cliff. I was filled with worry and anxiety about letting Nicole hold the keys, but those feelings were dwarfed by my lust, excitement and a growing sense of submissiveness to my wife.



Nicole got the water started and we stepped inside shower. Nicole's body had hickies and bite marks all over it and I looked at her closely, with a worried expression on my face.



"Baby, are you ok?" I asked suspiciously.



Nicole saw where I was looking and surveyed her own body, before looking up at me seriously.



"Nick. Yes, I'm fine." She kissed me tenderly. "Collin is not abusing me honey."



"Would you tell me if he was abusing you?"



Nicole nodded seriously.



"Yes, Nick." She patted my chest and smiled up at me. "I think you know me well enough to know that I would never put up with being abused."



"That's true." I nodded again and held her tightly. "Hickies and little bite marks are ok Nicole, but if I see any marks on your body that I can't identify or that are larger than a hickey; I'm going to get pissed."



"Aww. You're so sweet baby." She kissed me again. "Deal."



The shower was amazing and we both took turns washing our bodies. I loved running my hands over her body, lathering up the soap and tenderly washing her all over. It was very intimate and we didn't speak at all.



Once we were both clean, Nicole picked up her razor and I back away, intending to give her space to shave her legs. Nicole crooked a finger at me.



"Come here mister."



I stepped forward with a question on my face, but Nicole simply smiled and sank to her knees. It took a second, but then it dawned on me that she was going to shave my groin. She lathered up the area and slowly, carefully drew the razor across my skin. In a few minutes, I was completely smooth down there and I have to say that it was comfortable. It felt a little weird, but comfortable. I started to step back again, but Nicole held onto my thigh and kept me in position. I looked down at her again.



"I thought you were done."



"Not quite yet honey."



I sighed and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I figured she would just rub some moisturizer on my skin or something; but then I felt the razor move across my thigh. My eyes snapped open.

<hr pg="5" />"What in the hell are you doing?"



Nicole giggled. "I'm shaving your legs baby."



"Why? I don't ride bikes anymore."



I had been a cyclist for a long time and I'd shaved my legs when I was riding consistently. Most folks don't realize it, but there are legitimate reasons for cyclists to shave their legs. The first and most important reason is that if a cyclist falls and scrapes the skin on their leg; the leg hair will actually trap dirt, rocks and grim next to the skin. It hurts like crazy to clean the wound when the leg hair is holding that crap. The second reason is that pubic hair will poke through spandex and it looks weird to have your short and curly hairs poking out of your spandex. It's especially bad if you're blonde, because the hairs are pretty easily seen against black spandex. The final reason is wind resistance, although 99% of cyclist don't ride fast enough that their leg hair actually slows them down.



"I just like the way it looks Nick. Now hush and be patient."



I'm not a real hairy guy and my leg hair was pretty thin and fine anyway, so Nicole was done pretty quickly. We finished our shower and Nicole went over my body with baby oil, before we dried off. All in all, it was pretty sensual and sexy and I was optimistic that I might actually get some sex later.



"That was nice." I said to Nicole, just before kissing her gently.



She kissed back and smiled at me when it was over.



"Yes it was. I really like being intimate with you Nick."



I went over to the Armoire where my clothes were kept and grabbed a pair of underwear a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. It was my normal summer uniform and it's what I felt most comfortable in, especially around the house.



When I turned back to the bed to start getting dressed, I noticed Nicole looking at me, a small smile playing over her lips.



"What?"



"Come here."



"Uh. Ok." I walked over, my chastity belt swaying gently as I walked and weighing my cock and balls down slightly. I dropped my clothes on the bed and stood next to Nicole naked. She smiled at me gently, leaned forward and kissed me.



"I love you baby and nothing will change that, ok?"



"I love you too Nicole." I smiled at her. "Why are you being so dramatic?"



She laughed and pulled out a pair of panties from the last shopping bag. I could immediately tell they were not her size, they were too large. They weren't thongs, but rather a boy short?, style of panty.



"Whose are those?" I asked confused.



"They're yours Nick." She said simply.



I stared a Nicole, without speaking for a full minute and then shifted my eyes to the pair of panties she held in her hand. I'm normally pretty quick on the uptake, but I had a hard time wrapping my mind around what she was implying.



"Honey, are you suggesting I start wearing panties?"



"Yes Nick. I think it's appropriate for a cuckold husband and so does Collin."



"Is that so?"



I looked at Nicole, searching her eyes for humor or sarcasm, and waiting patiently for the punch line. Nicole's eyes never wavered and she looked back at me expectantly.



"Let me get this straight." I shifted my weight and put my hands on my hips. "You want me to wear a chastity belt and panties?"



"At first, yes." She put the panties down on the bed. "Collin and I thought that if everything worked out, you could eventually choose between wearing the chastity belt or wearing panties. But it's important initially for you to wear them both together."



"Why's it important?"



"Nick, this is the natural progression of our relationship. I know you've spent time on the website 'cuckoldmarriage.info' and they cover this pretty extensively. Being a formal cuckold husband isn't something to be ashamed of Nick." She winked at me. "Besides, Collin is the dominant personality in this relationship and he insists upon you wearing panties and a chastity belt. It helps to reinforce everyone's role and also helps keep your mood steady."



"What?" I almost laughed, but Nicole's face was completely serious.



"Nick, it's common for cuckold husbands to experience really bad mood swings and the chastity belt will help you avoid them." She kissed me again. "Please trust me and Collin. We're not trying to hurt you baby."



"Nicole. Honestly, I don't think I can wear panties." I looked at her and then looked at the panties. "I'm having a hard enough time with the chastity belt and now you want me to wear panties."



Nicole sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to her, so I sat down beside her. She reached over and took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes.



"Nick. I love you and that will never change. You don't have to worry about losing me, if you wear the chastity belt and panties. I promise you, I will never leave you."



"I love you too Nicole, but I just don't think I can."



"I understand this will be hard for you Nick but it's important. Collin wants to control this aspect of our relationship and it's very important to him." She paused. "It's important for all of us Nick. I'm sick of having to avoid you when I'm in my underwear and I want us to be more intimate with each other." Nicole looked at me for a moment. "Please."



I looked at the woman I'd loved for over a decade and her beauty hit me again, just like the first time we met. I'd never been able to resist her and honestly, I was also tired of always having to be careful not to see her in her underwear. I knew that Nicole didn't mean 'sex', when she talked about intimacy, because for her, being intimate was just sharing time with one another.



"How often do I have to wear panties Nicole?"



"Collin and I purchased you enough that you can wear them all the time. I'll pack your male underwear away for a while and we can fill your drawer with panties."



She smiled at me and started digging in her bag.



"I really went all out Nick and I bought you all different kinds, so you can experiment and see which ones fit you the best."



"Really?"



Nicole gave a short laugh and then dumped the entire contents of the shopping bag on the bed. There had to be well over 30 pairs of panties on the bed and I couldn't help but laugh as well.



"Holy Shit. Victoria's Secret must love you."



Nicole couldn't contain herself and jumped over and gave me a big hug.



"Here, try these on first baby." She motioned to the boy short panties she'd pulled out first. "If you don't these, we can try some other ones."



My face grew hot, as I picked up the panties, bent over and slid them on, over the chastity belt. Nicole clapped her hands and gave me another hug, before standing back and looking at me.



"I think they fit you pretty good, don't you baby?"



"I guess." Truthfully, they felt a little weird, but otherwise they fit fine. The fabric was lighter than my normal underwear and the cut of the panties, left parts of my ass hanging out in the back. I know they were designed to do that and I could feel them riding up between my ass cheeks a little. Nicole turned me in a slow 360 degree turn and ran her hands over my ass.



"Mmmmmmm. Nick I have to say, you look great in them."



I seriously doubted that I looked good in these panties, but I'd resigned myself to wearing them for Nicole. It was obvious that she loved seeing me in them and the look of delight on her face was hard to miss. Nicole leaned forward and kissed me again, running her hands over my body and pressing her tits into my chest. She broke the kiss and pushed me back on to the bed, where I rose up on my elbows and smiled at Nicole.



Nicole slipped off the thong underwear she was wearing and jumped on the bed with me, moving quickly to straddle my face.



"God, Nick. I'm so turned on." She reached down, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face towards her pussy. "Lick me baby, please!"



I didn't need to be asked twice and my tongue moved with reckless abandon, as it flicked in and around her pussy. I missed the smooth, moist feel of her pussy lips and the slightly salty taste of her juices aroused me instantly. The chastity belt pulled strongly against my scrotum, as blood rushed into my caged cock. It wasn't painful yet, but I could tell it would get there quickly, if I didn't focus on the task at hand.



My hands clamped onto Nicole's hips and I flicked my tongue around her clit, evoking loud moans from Nicole. I glanced up to see her eyes shut tightly and she was holding on to the headboard for dear life, as pleasure washed through her body. A surge of pride flowed through me, because I knew I was good at licking her pussy, and even more important, Nicole loved it as well. I doubted Collin ever performed oral sex on Nicole, because his huge cock was probably all women were interested in from him.



The muscles in my neck eventually grew tired, as I strained to get my tongue as deeply inside Nicole as possible. Her pussy contracted a little and her legs quivered on either side of my head and I knew another orgasm was bursting inside her. My eyes met hers and she gave me a tired smile, as her breath slowly returned to normal. Nicole sat back on my chest for a second and then rolled over and lay next to me.



"Thank you Nick." She patted my chest. "For everything honey, you are such a good man."



"Awww. Stop it some more."



I joked lightly with Nicole, but she didn't laugh and not even the ghost of a smile reached her face. I saw her expression and rolled on my side, so that we were both on our sides, facing each other.



"Sorry. I was only kidding."



"I know Nick, but I'm serious." Her eyes misted a little. "You're such a giving person and I love you so much." She looked down at my chest for a second and then raised her eyes to me again. "Sometimes I'm not sure I deserve you."



"Honey. We deserve each other." I reached over and held her hand against my lips, kissing it softly. "I just don't want to lose you."



"You won't Nick. Not ever." She smiled at me. "I don't care about Collin's money, his great body or his big cock. I will never leave you Nick."



"Good, because that's something I always worry about."



"Want to know what I worry about?"



"Of Course."



"I worry that you won't want me any longer."



"What?"



"Well, I worry you'll think I'm a slut, a woman who will do anything for a big cock, a woman who doesn't respect her husband and isn't worthy of respect herself."



"Nicole. I would never think that about you."



"Promise?"



"Yes, I promise."



Nicole and I lay there together for a while, just talking about various things and reconnecting with each other. The topics of conversation were meaningless, but the intimacy of the situation, the closeness of our bodies and the casual light stroking that we did to each other, bonded us again. Finally Nicole put her finger of my lips and gave me a naughty smile.



"Want to hear about my weekend?"



I nodded.



"Well after you dropped me off, Collin gave me a tour of the house and it's a very nice home. The entire time he was showing me the house, I couldn't take my eyes off of him and when he showed me his game room, I couldn't take it anymore and I attacked him."



She laughed a little. "His cock never stood a chance and I gave him the best blow job he's ever had in his life."



My cock twanged a little and I could feel it start to grow within the chastity belt.



"Anyway, once I was done pleasing Collin, he got dinner started and we shared a bottle of wine while he cooked." She looked over at me. "He's not as good a cook as you Nick, but he was able to make a passable dinner. I helped him clean up and then we went skinny dipping in his pool."



"Is it a big pool?"



"Yea, it's about 50% larger than ours and it has a swim-up bar, a hot tub and a beach style entry on one side. It's really nice and we enjoyed the night, swimming and finishing the bottle of wine."



"Sounds fun."



"Don't worry baby. You'll get a chance to try out the pool." Nicole assured me.



"When?"



"I'll tell you after I'm done honey." She patted my chest. "Anyway, after a while, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other, so we headed inside and Collin pulled me into the bedroom." She laughed. "He didn't have to pull me very hard, because I wanted him soooo badly."



"Couldn't wait huh?"



"God No." She blushed a little. "Sorry baby, it's just that Collin inspires reckless abandon in me and I have a hard time controlling myself around him. Anyway, he pushed me onto the bed and blindfolded me, which made me so wet, I swear I was dripping. He forbid me to touch myself and his voice was so deep and commanding, I felt I had to obey him."



Nicole's eyes closed as she remembered that evening and her breath quickened. I watched the subtle transformation, as just the thought of being with Collin, aroused her. She licked her lips and shook her head, bringing her focus back to our bedroom.



"He left me like that, blindfolded and laying back on the bed, for a while, while he took a shower. I wanted him so badly, I was almost crying in anticipation. Since I couldn't see anything, it seemed like my hearing was ultra-sensitive and I heard him get out of the shower and dry off. His footsteps were light on the wood floor, but I hear him approach the bed and I let out an involuntary moan."



I was transfixed and motionless, as I listened to Nicole. The way she was describing her evening, it felt like I was there, in the room watching.



"Collin didn't get in bed with me, even though I begged him to fuck me. He just laughed and I heard his footsteps walk away from the bed. A moment later, soft music filled the room and I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore." She took a deep breath. "Nick, it felt like I was lost. Sure I was laying on a soft bed, in a room with beautiful classic music playing, but I couldn't see or sense Collin's presence anymore. All I could do was lay back and surrender myself to his intentions."



"Finally, I felt his hands on my feet and I almost cried out in alarm, but his hands were warm and strong and they felt amazing. Slowly he massaged my feet, moving slowly upward he massaged my calves, then my thighs; his warm strong hands felt wonderful and powerful on my body. When he finally reached my waist, he turned me over on my stomach and his hands roamed over my back. Despite the music, I heard a 'snap' and then felt drops of warm liquid slowly run up my back. The light scent of cinnamon filled the room. Collins hands roamed over my back again, rubbing the warm oil all over my back and my ass."



Nicole shivered next to me, her chest rising and falling as the memory of that night excited her body again.



"Nick it was the most delicious sensation, I've ever felt and I never wanted it to stop. Collin continued to massage my body, moving from my calves to my ass and finishing with massaging my back again. When he finished with my back, he rolled me over again and reapplied the warm oil all over my upper body, but he focused on my breasts."



Nicole paused once again, her eyes closed and ran her hands over her upper body. A little shiver ran through her and she opened her eyes to find me staring at her. A serious blush ran turned her face red, but she continued her description of that night.



"Nick, oh my god. The sensations were overwhelming and I could barely catch my breath, as his hands massaged my breasts. At that moment, I would have let Collin do anything he wanted to me and I reveled in the submissive feelings he drew from me. Collin eventually moved up towards my head and fed me his cock, slowly, a little bit at a time and I sucked it hungrily. It was like I was dying of thirst and his cock was the only source of water. I grabbed his hips and pulled his cock further and further into my mouth, desperate to make him cum and feel as good as he made me feel."



My chastity belt was pulling harder against my scrotum and I shifted slightly on the bed. Listening to Nicole describe her night with Collin was supremely erotic and that resulted in my chastity belt being uncomfortable. I considered asking if she would take it off, but I guessed (correctly, I found out later) that she wanted me to hear this, while I was wearing it.



"Collin pulled his cock away from me and I almost started crying in frustration. I desperately wanted to please him, but I also wanted some relief from the desperate lust that was overflowing within me. I felt Collin move between my legs and I begged him to fuck me."



Nicole leaned her head against my chest and I could tell she was embarrassed.



"Nick, I pleaded with him, begged him to fuck me. I told him he could do anything with me, as long as I could feel him inside me. My desperation was at a fever pitch and I didn't have control of myself anymore. I'm ashamed to admit it now, but at that moment I belonged to him, body and soul."



I smiled back at her. "It's ok Nicole. I'm glad that Collin can inspire that level of passion in you."



"Thank you baby. I need to hear that from you. I never want to there to be any secrets between us, but sometimes I worry that you won't like what happens between Collin and me."



"Nicole, I don't want any secrets either. As long as it consensual, I would like to hear about what happens between you and Collin. If it ever gets to a point where it isn't fun or safe, then we need to re-evaluate the situation."



"I agree baby. Thank you."



I got another kiss.



"Anyway, I finally felt Collin's cock push against my pussy and I knew I was wet enough for him to push completely inside me. He pushed the head of his cock inside me and then withdrew, he pushed it inside me again and then withdrew. I tried to slide down and force his cock inside me, but he wouldn't let me."



Nicole clenched her fist and hit the mattress lightly.



"It was maddening. I wanted to feel his cock stretch me, fill me and I longed for the amazing sensations that only a big, thick cock can provide."



"I felt Collin move away from me and I begged him to come back. I was so horny, I was actually starting to get mad at him. How dare he not fuck me?" She laughed. "Well a second later, I felt the bed move as Collin got back in bed with me. I smiled and I spread my legs wide, hoping to entice him back between them."



"I was shocked, when I felt a hard plastic ball, placed against my lips. Collin's deep voice penetrated my ears forcefully and he commanded me to open my mouth." She looked over at me sheepishly. "Of course, I did and he pushed a plastic ball inside my mouth and I realized it was a ball gag. He lifted my head up and fasted it securely, before letting go and allowing me to rest my head against the pillow."



"I felt him move back down towards my waist and legs, which were still wide open and I heard his voice clearly over the music.



"Now my little slut, I'm going to fuck you and use you, until I'm satisfied."



"His cock pushed against my pussy, hesitated for a second, and then he thrust powerfully inside of me. God baby, Collin buried his cock completely in my pussy in a single thrust and I cried out against the ball gag. It was painful, it was delicious and it was beautifully erotic. I clamped my legs around his waist and there was no way I was going let him to stop fucking me.



Nicole blushed furiously and looked down at her hands, her hair obscuring her face. I just watched her as she dealt with the memory of that night. Eventually she looked back up at me and smiled beautifully, but shyly.



"Nick. I remember feeling so feminine, so desired and I threw myself into pleasing and fucking the beautiful black man that made me feel this way."



"Collin started by fucking me on his knee's; holding himself above me with his arms, but I couldn't stand it and I reached up and held his neck tightly. I pulled him down on top of me and I felt his huge, muscled chest rest on top of me and I came immediately. The rock hard muscles of his body, rested against mine and it made me feel so submissive, so feminine. A handsome, strong, well-muscled black man, was fucking me and I loved it."

<hr pg="6" />Nicole leaned over and kissed me passionately. The kiss was delicious and I held her tightly against me, until she pushed away from me softly. She tweaked my nose and moved back to laying on her side.



"Collin didn't seem to care if I came or not, because he continued to fuck me without stopping." Nicole grabbed the comforter on our bed and clenched it tightly. "God his cock is so big and it feels amazing whether he's pushing inside of me or slowly withdrawing from my pussy. He hits all the right spots when he fucks me and that night he fucked me like a 2 dollar whore. I freakin' loved it Nick!" A short laugh burst from her. "I loved the feeling of being used, a simple fuck toy for this powerful black man. More than anything else though, was the pure and simple feeling of being desired so strongly, that my man just wanted to use me."



Nicole lay back and looked at the ceiling, her chest quickly rising and falling, as the memory of getting fucked and used by Collin flowed through her mind. I noticed her hand slowly approach her pussy and start to massage her clit. Quickly, I grabbed her hand and pulled it away, Nicole looked at me sharply.



"That's my job baby!" My voice was hoarse with lust and I moved quickly between her legs.



"God Yes Nick. Lick my pussy, my little Cuck! That's all I need you for, cuckie."



Nicole moaned as my tongue caressed her lips and clit. I buried my face in her pussy, excited to hear her moans and desperate to bring her to any amazing orgasm, just like Collin. While I was licking Nicole's pussy, like a good little cuckold husband, she continued to tell me about her evening.



"Collin fucked me Nick. It's hard to describe, but Collin fucked me and fucked me that night. He pounded me one minute and then pulled back and softly pushed his cock in and out of me, only to return to pounding me a few minutes later." She moaned loudly. "God, his stamina was truly amazing and I came so many times I lost count. Collin didn't talk, didn't tease me, he was completely focused on using his little Latin whore completely."



Nicole's pussy tasted great and I licked up and down, side to side and even traced the alphabet against her clit. She came powerfully a few times, as her cuckold husband (me) licked her pussy and listened to her recite how her black bull claimed her pussy.



"Nick, I was able to move my hips and meet Collins' thrusts and I could tell his orgasm was approaching. I clenched my pussy muscles against his cock and grabbed his ass and pulled him into my pussy. My hands latched firmly onto his sexy black, muscular ass and wouldn't let go, not until he filled me with his cum."



My tongue was circling Nicole's clit, when I looked up and saw her holding a pillow against her mouth, biting it firmly and shaking as another orgasm ripped through her body. She abruptly pushed the pillow away with a gasp and moaned loudly, I felt her hands on either side of my head, lifting me away gently.



"God, I can't take any more." She laughed. "My pussy is so sore and it needs a rest!"



I rolled onto my side with a laugh and she pulled me up next to her, hugging me close and kissed my head.



"Anyway, Collin finally came deep inside me. I love feeling his cum jet inside me, coating my pussy with his delicious, golden stuff!" She took a deep breath and continued. "We stepped into the shower and cleaned up a little, before dropping into bed, completely exhausted."



"Wow. Sounds like it was a fun night."



"It was baby. It was fun, sexy, romantic and I had a great time." She smiled at me. "I'll tell you about the rest of our weekend later. I'm pretty tired honey and I need some sleep."



"Ok baby."



Nicole slipped under the covers, completely naked and snuggled up to me. At first, I was surprised, but then I realized, I was wearing the chastity belt, so it was ok. Her body felt amazing and I couldn't stop running my hands over her soft, supple skin. She was asleep in minutes and I suspected she hadn't done much sleeping this weekend.



Rolling on to my back, I stared at the ceiling and tried to process everything that happened this weekend. My time with Sheila was fun, but it was risky and I needed to cool it with her or run the risk of hurting my career and marriage. It wasn't just about me though, because Sheila could also be hurt, emotionally and professionally. Fucking messy, is what it was.



My hands ran over the soft fabric of the panties I was wearing and I shook my head. The fact that I was wearing panties, in addition to a chastity belt, was surreal to me. I'd read about sissy cuckold husbands, but I never considered myself one of them. I still didn't, but the challenge with this relationship was that all of our roles were evolving. It wasn't just about Nicole getting a little sex on the side anymore.



Collin had needs and desires as well and those included being the dominant leader in this relationship. I still wasn't sure how I felt about Collins role, but I had to admit, it was exciting. Nicole's role as a Hotwife was great, but it also came with fears that I would lose respect for her and possibly leave her; or that she would evolve into a complete slut and neglect her family. My role seemed to be changing by the day and I was excited, worried, scared anxious and very interested to see where it would lead.



How far down the rabbit hole of pleasure does someone go, before it's too much? Where were our limits? I obviously didn't have the answer to that question, so I rolled on to my side and went to sleep.



I didn't get much sleep. I looked over at the clock and it was 4:00 am and I was wide awake. I wasn't sure if it was the chastity belt, the panties, being shaven completely bare below the waist or what; but I couldn't sleep much at all. I would drift off for a while, only to awake again after an hour or so.



It's embarrassing to write, but I liked the smooth feel of my legs against the cool sheets. The panties I was wearing also felt soft and nice against my skin, which seemed to keep my cock on the edge of arousal. I didn't mind that the panties slipped between my cheeks and I quickly grew used to the feeling. I wondered absently, what the other types of panties would feel like to wear.



All of these sensations were unique, strange and surprisingly pleasant. I had worn the chastity belt before, so that wasn't new and I used to be a cyclist, so I'd shaved my legs before as well, however wearing panties was new, of course, but not unpleasant. All of these sensations added together were surprisingly erotic and I couldn't stop sliding my legs together, over the sheets and running my hands over the panties.



<em>I'm not a sissy cuck. I'm not a sissy cuck</em>, I kept repeating to myself.



I wasn't even sure what being a sissy cuckold husband meant, but I didn't want to surrender my manhood. My heart rate wouldn't slow down and I kept trying to focus my mind on something else, because the chastity belt was becoming uncomfortable. This was about the time I started to get my morning erection and the chastity belt was clearly not going to let that happen. I muttered a curse and carefully slid out of the bed, not wanting to wake Nicole.



I slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed my tablet and headed out to the couch. Reading had always allowed me to relax and use my imagination to escape and I fervently hoped it would help me again now. As I left the bedroom, I made a mental note to make sure Nicole and I locked our bedroom door going forward. The girls were great about not entering without knocking, but sometimes the knock only came seconds before they entered. Nicole and I had managed to avoid being caught naked, but just barely a few times. The thought of the girls seeing me in my underwear was unbearable, but seeing me in panties was even worse.



The book helped immensely and I read for a few hours, before it was time to get in the shower and get ready for work. Nicole joined me in the shower and let me wash her from head to toe. It was nice, because I missed seeing her naked and missed the intimacy of just being together, while we got ready for work. Cleaning around a chastity belt was challenging, but I was able to squirt water into the chastity belt using the flexible shower head and Nicole ran a razor over my lower body again. It didn't take long, because I'm not a very hairy guy and we were only a few minutes behind when we finished



Nicole fetched me a new pair of panties while I dried off and I couldn't help but laugh a little at how excited she was, as she showed me her choice. The panties had a wide lacy band (G-string?); that went around my waist and just enough fabric to cover the chastity belt, but they were a thong on the back. The panties didn't provide as much support for my package as male underwear, but they were fine, especially since my package was encased in the chastity belt.



I was very relieved to notice that the chastity belt wasn't visible or even slightly noticeable under my slacks. I knew the outline would be visible while I was sitting, but I should be behind my desk or sitting at a table when I was sitting, so I didn't worry about it too much. I would just need to be careful. Nicole seemed to make it a point, to get ready in her underwear and thigh-high hose. She winked at me and kissed my cheek, as she got ready, rubbing herself up against me a few times as well. Bottom line, it was nice. This new routine was full of intimacy and it was deliciously erotic, while at the same time being fairly normal.



I was wearing a chastity belt so I couldn't get hard, but at the same time I was able to see Nicole sexily dressed and she was going out of her way to pay attention to me and make me feel loved. I'd lost in one area but gained in another area. It was a weird tradeoff, but I was ok with it.



A significant amount of work was waiting for me, so I left the house pretty quickly and unfortunately the girls weren't up yet, so I missed seeing them this morning. I hoped I'd be able to leave work a bit early, so I could make dinner for everyone and we could spend some time catching up.



Sheila was already in the office, when I arrived and we exchanged a few words, before I headed into my office. The dynamic between Sheila and I was normal and I didn't sense any tension or awkward undercurrents. She was focused on making sure our new big account had everything it needed and there were no surprises. So far, everything looked great.



The morning flew by and I was supremely productive. I cut a wide swath through my email in-bin and I made some pretty good progress on my next big account. I was keeping it under the radar, until I knew more about the marketing situation and the decision makers. Ok, you're probably not going to believe this, but I sincerely think the chastity belt, helped me focus and contributed to my productivity.



I swung by the cafeteria for lunch and grabbed a small salad, because I was determined to get in better shape. The rest of the day was a mix of meetings and teleconferences that went fairly quickly. I also spent a few minutes with Sheila's mentor, going over a development plan for her and it went great. Her mentor and I worked out a series of projects and assignments for her over the next 24 months and we anticipated that she'd be ready for a higher level position after that, if everything went well.



The clock struck 4:30 and I was productive enough to feel comfortable leaving the office, so I locked my door and headed home. I briefly wondered if I had my chastity belt to thank for being so productive during the day. I shook my head and a wry smile crossed my face, as I considered thanking Nicole and Collin for helping me be more productive at work. Yea, that was going to happen....NOT!



The girls had just gotten home from school and they helped me make dinner. I'd missed them a lot and it was nice to get hugs and joke around with them while we made dinner. Carne Guisada was on the menu tonight and it's basically a Tex-Mex beef stew. It's sometimes called 'Carne con Gravy' and it's pretty popular in the Southwest U.S. It's like chili, in that, everyone has their own recipe and they swear their recipe is the best. As a result, my Carne Guisada was the best ever known to mankind!



Nicole made it home, just in time for dinner to be ready and the four of us sat down for dinner. The girls told us about their weekend at the 'old folk's home' as they called it. It wasn't derogatory at all, more of a term of endearment and we spent most of dinner laughing at some of the stuff the cousins did to one another. In typical kid-like fashion, the girls didn't ask us much about our weekend, so we didn't have to provide any details or explain that we'd spent the weekend apart. Nicole mentioned she did some shopping, which didn't surprise or interest the girls, and I mentioned it went to the gun range. The girls made me promise to take them next time.



The girls cleaned up after dinner, I helped a little, and then they went upstairs to do their homework. Nicole and I headed into the bedroom and my heart was racing at the thought of seeing her in her underwear or possibly even naked. We undressed in the closet and Nicole faced me as she slowly removed all of her clothing. The chastity belt pulled hard on my scrotum, but I didn't care, because Nicole's strip-tease was amazing. A naughty smile crossed her face, as she started to lower her underwear, but stopped suddenly and kept them on. She giggled a little, when she saw the disappointment on my face and she walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.



"Later baby." She murmured and walked out into the bedroom, wearing only her underwear.



I undressed as well, but instead of putting on my normal shorts and a t-shirt, I dressed in athletic wear. I slipped off the panties, in favor of compression shorts and an Under Armour athletic shirt. I'd taken it easy at dinner and I wanted to start working out each night. I checked myself in the mirror and fortunately chastity belt wasn't visible, thanks to the compression shorts I was wearing. I'd also put on a pair of loose fitting shorts over the compression shorts, so there were two layers of clothing over the chastity belt.



Nicole was on the phone when I walked out into the bedroom and by the tone of her voice, I knew she was speaking to Collin.



"Yes, he wore them both." She replied into the phone.



Nicole saw me enter and gave me a wink. She mouthed "Collin" to me and I nodded.



"I know right. I'm impressed as well."



She laughed and whispered into the phone. I was putting on my socks and shoes in the bedroom, but I didn't hear what she said.



"Stop it. You're so bad." She listened. "No, I had a great time this weekend. You know that already."



More giggles from Nicole.



"No. I haven't told him yet, but I will tonight."



"Ok. Talk to you later."



"Bye Handsome."



As I listened to Nicole end the conversation with Collin, I couldn't help but worry about the way she would end the conversation. Privately, I was very worried she'd end it with an 'I love you' or 'you know how I feel' or 'ditto'. An ending that could only mean, that she'd fallen for Collin and it was only a matter of time before she left me.



"Nick?"



"Yea baby?"



"Are you going to the gym?"



"Yep. I want to start a workout routine this week, so I plan on going each night."



"Wow. I'm impressed." She smiled at me. "Want some company?"



I raised my eyebrows and looked over at her.



"Sure, but let me ask you something?"



"What's that honey?"



"Are you going to sign in as my wife or as Collin's guest?"



Nicole laughed and shook her head.



"Hmmmm. Which will turn you on more honey?"



"Nicole. Stop it. We may run into people we know, so I think it's important that Collin be 'just a friend' at the gym." I paused briefly. "Ok?"



Nicole nodded and walked over to me.



"I agree Nick. I'm sorry."



Nicole and I headed to the gym and got signed in. The lady behind the counter, gave Nicole a confused look, because she found her name under another membership account. Nicole smoothly explained that a friend had added her to his account, while she considered joining under her family account.



We separated at the cardio machines and I went to use to the weight room area, while Nicole hit the elliptical trainers. I was well into my workout and had just moved to another machine, when I noticed Nicole working out in the weight area as well. She was laughing and it was obvious she was talking with someone, so I started to wander over. I'd walked over at an angle, not directly, because of there were some machines in the way, but I expected it to be Collin.



When I saw who it was, I stopped abruptly and sat down on the machine closest to me. Fortunately it was a leg machine and it allowed me a good view of Nicole and her new friend. It took me a moment, but I recognized him as Collin's attorney, the man she'd kissed at the dance club. Nicole was doing a Triceps press down movement, which allowed Collin's attorney to move up behind her and 'help' her with her form. Which basically meant run his hands over her back and ass, while pretending to fix her form. Nicole didn't seem to mind though and she gave him a high-five when she finished. They were apparently working together, because he immediately re-adjusted the weight and started his own set of press downs. Nicole took that opportunity to look around the gym and she saw me watching her. Our eyes met and she shook her head slightly and gave me a smile and wink. The message was obvious, "don't come over", Nick.



I'd finished working out with weights, so I moved to a treadmill that gave me a good view of the weight area and Nicole. She was still working out with her partner, but they had moved to the free weight area and Nicole was doing the straight-bar biceps curl. Her partner was helping her with her form, of course, which mean frequently putting his hands on her and providing a spot for her. It was obvious that they enjoyed each other's company and they joked and laughed while they worked out. There were a lot of high-five's, fist bumps and hugs, as they finished each set and encouraged each other.



A few minutes later, he whispered something to her and she nodded briefly, before following him to another part of the gym. I watched them go down the stairs and my heart was racing, but not because of the treadmill. I strongly suspected that Nicole wouldn't do anything with Collin's attorney, but I wasn't completely sure, because something could have changed in her relationship with Collin. He might be fine with sharing her now and that worried me, but it also excited me as well.



I stopped the treadmill and ran a paper towel over it, so it would be reasonably free of sweat for the next person. My heart was still racing, as I threw the paper towel in the trash, on my way to the steps where Nicole had vanished with her workout partner. My footsteps carried me forward and I tried to appear outwardly casual, as I descended the steps and looked for Nicole. I feigned interest in the various posters on the walls, advertising various athletic events and classes that the gym offered. As I approached the little café, I saw Nicole sitting with her workout partner. They were sitting at a small table for two and leaning close to one another talking and laughing. They weren't holding hands, but their body language was intimate and Nicole's eyes almost dripping with desire as she listened to the man across the table.



People were walking by and I felt uncomfortable staring at the same poster, so I headed outside to our car. The café had windows that faced the parking lot, so I re-parked my car in a spot that gave me a partial view of the café and waited for Nicole. I knew she had her phone with her, because I'd seen in it on the table in front of her. I texted her.



Hey, I saw you in the café with your friend. Are you going to be long?

<hr pg="7" />Maybe. He's a lot of fun to talk to. Are you still working out?



No, I'm finished. I'm in the parking lot.



Oh. Hang on.



Ok.



Nick. I'll be right out.



I sat in the car and waited. It was another 15 minutes, before Nicole appeared with her work out partner. They continued to talk for a few minutes before Nicole finally reached over and gave him a hug. As they were parting, she reached up and kissed his cheek and he hugged her again tightly. It was a brief, tight hug, but it was loaded with desire. Nicole smiled up at him, patted his chest and walked towards the car. He watched her for a minute, before walking in the other direction.



Nicole joined me with a sigh and a smile.



"Sorry baby. He can really talk." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for waiting so patiently."



"You're welcome." I nodded towards him. "What does he know?"



"Just that I'm Collin's girl friend."



We both watched his car leave the parking lot and I waited a few minutes, before starting my engine. I wanted to give him a good head start, so there wouldn't be any awkward questions.



"You like him don't you?"



It really wasn't a question and Nicole looked at me briefly, before staring out the windshield.



"Yes. I think he's handsome, sexy and really funny." She hesitated. "He's also really..." she paused and put her hand over her face for a second "he's really gifted. Y'know, really, really gifted." She giggled.



"Bigger than Collin?"



"Honestly, I'm not sure, but definitely in the same league and I'm pretty sure he's thicker."



"You're really turning into a size-queen, aren't you?"



Nicole head was locked straight ahead and she didn't respond for a few seconds.



"I know it sounds bad Nick, but yes, I really really like the way Collin's cock feels inside of me. It fills me completely and even bumps against my cervix a little." She visibly shivered in the seat. "It feels sooo good and I lose myself when he's inside me."



"Wow."



"His attorney feels as big, maybe even bigger, and I can't help but wonder how he would feel inside me. I would be attracted to him anyway, but the fact that he's big, makes me want him even more."



"Nicole, are you ever going to want me again?"



Nicole turned in her seat, surprise showing in her eyes.



"Nick. Of course. Just because I like sex with one guy, doesn't mean I don't like it with you as well."



"Honey, I'm not anywhere close to Collin's size."



"Nick. It's ok. It's not all about size and when we have sex, there is an intimacy that just doesn't exist with Collin."



"Ok." I said doubtfully.



The rest of the ride home was made in silence. There wasn't any animosity or awkwardness; Nicole and I were just lost in our own thoughts. The girls were watching TV when we walked in the front door and they congratulated me and Nicole on our new workout routine. We headed into our bedroom to shower and get ready for bed. We didn't shower together this time and Nicole was already in bed when I finished, so I joined her and we watched TV for a bit.



"Hey, what did you need to tell me?" I asked suddenly.



"What?"



"When you were on the phone with Collin, you said something to the effect that you'd tell me later."



"Oooh. Right." Nicole looked over at me. "Collin's having a housewarming party this weekend and we're invited."



"Oh. Cool."



"Yea. John's going to be there and some of Collin's other friends are going to be there as well." She looked over at me and I guessed the direction of her thoughts.



"But you're going to this party as his girlfriend. Aren't you?"



"Yes Nick. Collin and John both want you there, but you're going as a friend and new client of Collin's."



"I see."



"Collin also wanted to talk to you about something else Nick, but he wouldn't tell me what it was. He said he wanted to discuss it with you first."



"Hmmm. That's interesting."



She nodded. "I thought so too, but it's probably a guy thing."



"Yea. When is it?"



"It's on Friday night. I thought Jasmine could watch April and I would head over to Collin's right after work. You could come over later that evening." She paused briefly. "Collin's having it catered and he'll have a full bar, with Scotch." She added that last part with a wink.



"Cool. Sounds fun."



What else could I say? 

